First it was an incubus and now it was a werewolf. Barry was not having a good week and he was pretty certain of all this supernatural business after the past few days of actually experiencing it himself.
The once-human found himself with the ability to turn into a large grey wolf that day and unless it was some really strong drug-fuelled trip that was causing him to hallucinate and delude himself, it all seemed pretty damned real. He was currently in his wolf form taking in the various smells of the castle that had heightened ever since his change when he spotted another canine in the distance.
Barry liked animals in general, so being curious and going up to this red fox was not surprising behaviour to him, he had simply forgotten that he was currently in the body of a large wolf.
Seth wasn’t so sure how he felt about becoming a shifter. Sure, the concept to turn into animals at will seemed pretty cool, and he actually loved foxes. What he didn’t like was being a small fox in the midst of all this species change chaos with no clue how to transform back into a human.
Case and point proven when suddenly a rather large wolf casually came right up to him. The fox’s eyes grew wide and he pinned his ears back, falling back onto his haunches. “Hey! Excuse me, dude. Some personal space, please?” Shit, he really hoped this was another resident of the castle and not an actual wolf that might eat him. That was not how he pictured his death happening.
