♦Ω♦ ISAAC HARRISON ♦Ω♦
Isaac had just hit the woods as he truly began to change. As his body expanded, his clothes ripped, the shreds scattering around him. White fur sprouted from every inch of his body. Long, savage fangs replaced his teeth, and claws sprouted from the beds of his fingernails. Isaac tried to cry out in pain, but the noise instead came out as a howl, long and pitiful.
The searing pain stopped, and Isaac looked at his feet -- or, rather, paws. His fur was pure white, and though he couldn't see them, his eyes were tawny yellow.
He realised, with a shock, that he kept his human conscience. He was still himself. He could still think. Joy filled him.
Isaac turned around and ran back to the house. He looked up at the attic window, and could see Shade through it.