Logan curled up into a ball and whimpered in pain. Mercifully, it was over quickly. He didn't move at first, but then the itching started to get a whole lot worse as the sun set.
Suddenly, he felt himself shrinking-or maybe that was just the fetal position he'd gone into. But all the same, there was the sensation of his limbs getting smaller, and of hair sprouting from his skin.
"What the-" he stopped himself from saying hell again, remembering the last time. And then he couldn't get his mouth to form any more words.