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Lizard felt it too. His tail thrashed uncontrollably. The last shred of Gil Orville screamed inside his own skull, but the body was no longer his.

Then he looked up at the observation window. This time, there was no glass between them. Yuri stood in plain sight, tablet clutched to her chest, her expression one of cold, clinical satisfaction. bloody roar 4

Yugo snarled, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through the observation glass. "You don't have to do this, Gil. This isn't you." Lizard felt it too

Yuri’s eyes widened. "Override synaptic inhibitor. Now." Then he looked up at the observation window

"No," he whispered, his voice a gravelly, human sound from a lizard's throat. "Not a monster."

The leash, she would soon learn, was only as strong as the wolf's willingness to wear it.

Down in the pit, Yugo’s transformation bled away. The fur receded, the snout flattened, the claws shortened. He was just a man again—a bloody, broken, weeping man kneeling on cold concrete. He picked up a single jade-green scale that had fluttered down from the smoke.