Goodbye My Alpha (BxB)

Chapter 26: The Metamorphosis

NOT FULLY EDITED

There comes a moment when something so utterly incomprehensible happens in a person's life that perhaps it can be said that 'something' may have very well changed the genre of their life.

Tully was not expecting to have another such 'something' occur. He had long considered his successful heart transplant as the incomprehensible life-changing 'something'. That was until moments ago, in a scene so surreal that it wouldn't wholly be out of place in the realm of his overactive imagination: Juno had turned into a wolf.

In that instant Tully was hit with a realisation that from then on, the lens through which he had used to observe the world around him would never be the same. He understood that whether in sleep or waking, happiness or sadness, or whatever binary opposites that make up life as he knew it, he would be privy to some extra information. And that was the knowledge that beings other than humans existed alongside him, quietly blending in without his notice. Now, !whether or not this information would forever change his life negatively, positively or otherwise that was something he would know only with time.

Just moments ago, a singular sound of a bone dislocating had resonated within the deathly quiet room like a key pressed on a piano. This teeth numbing sound served as the prelude to Juno's transformation because soon another bone clicked, then many more disharmonious clicks, cracks and creaks followed.

The origami-like precision of the bones unfolding and refolding was greatly contrasted by the sheer mess of flesh that was rapidly swelling in size.  For a while in Tully's vision was a large formless jumble of flesh gyrating, twitching, pulsing in metamorphosis.

When at last the contortion of the facial musculature created an elongated snout, and the exoskeleton outline of a large four legged mammal was formed, only then did a patchwork of fur begin to spawn atop the skin that had at some point stretched beyond sagging. The fur sprouted in clumps much like a flourishing colony of fungi on a dump forest floor, until no skin was left uncovered.

Finally, the skin like a piece of cloth draped itself onto the flesh before tightening as seamlessly as if a zip had been fastened. Just like that, the grotesque scene that took merely long enough to blink thrice came to an end. What remained was only a large wolf with a human's sentience and an appearance that could be described as majestically resplendent. 

The wolf and human boy stared into each other's eyes neither knowing exactly what was to happen next. The prolonged stiff silence had differing affects on the two beings in the room. Juno felt like he was hanging onto the edge of a steep cliff, the silence left him with no footholds. He was unable to climb neither upwards or retreat downwards. All he could do was to hang in place, perpetually waiting for the moment of his fall.

Tully on the other hand was unprecedentedly clear headed. He felt like a third party observer of the peculiar spectacle that had unfolded just mere steps from his bed. It was clear to him that he was currently in an instinctual state of something mildly resembling a fight or flight response. His body was rigidly stiff and his biological indicators had spiked, the most telling being his heartbeat which was drumming so loudly in his ears that it managed to obscure the sound of the rain pelting against the window. Yet, his mind remained very much active and calm. It was a strange state to be in. Perhaps in the battle between mind and body, the body won and his instinctual responses were activated faster than his brain's response to the situation.

Tully did not know why he felt the way he did right now. Nor why from the moment his eyes had collided with the abyssal black pupils of the wolf, pupils that were so dark that they devoured the surrounding light, a brazen intuitive confidence that was completely unfounded arose in him. It seemed no matter how much rationale he attempted applied to it, the unwavering belief that the wolf standing before of him would never harm him prevailed. This sensation was so strong and absolute that for a fleeting moment he felt inclined to conclude that perhaps Juno's words prior to his transformation into the beast had some sort of psychological suggestion or maybe even a bewitching effect that made him prone to blind self-indoctrination. Afterall, if Juno could become a wolf as large as a car, what's to say that his words couldn’t have a magical bewitching effect?