The wolf kept circling about, searching for a chink in his armor. It was hard not to think about, to worry about. And when he started to worry was when he started to unravel.
He lasted a good ten minutes while the moon slowly cleared the horizon, longer than he'd ever stayed human during the moon. As soon as he thought about this, he wondered how long it could last, began noticing how strongly the wolf was pushing. The soothing pulse of the charm started to fade, and suddenly his focus wasn't enough. Shit.
He felt the claws beneath his skin first, and as they began sliding out he knew he'd lost this one. It took longer than usual--like because of the suppressants. His pupils widened to cover his irises, making his eyes completely black. He just managed to get the charm over his head when the change took over completely and his conscious mind slipped under.
Bones shifted and popped under his skin as heavier, sharper teeth pressed into his tongue. He tore his clothes off mindlessly, partially shredding them in the process. A few seconds later and he was all wolf, facing down Malakai with a dangerous look. Assessing. Prey, predator, or something better left alone?