{Latin ^ Grand Finale} Friday February 18th, 2011 {Day 41}
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Now in The Beacon Hill Woods... - Hale House
Amidst their agonizing transformation, Morwen winced and groaned as bones snapped, shifted, and popped through their skin, only to settle back into place. Their entire physiology was undergoing a nightmarish alteration. Their once-human face stretched forward and split apart, morphing into a snout. Their jaw dislocated to make room for a larger, more lethal maw. As their skin peeled away from their changing bones, what were once human hands twisted and morphed into the form of enormous, hairy, dangerously clawed paws. A grotesque metamorphosis was underway; their body was in the throes of change.
Throughout this gruesome process, a slimy, dog saliva-like material oozed from their snapping joints, mixing with the seeping blood. Their skin was stripped away, revealing white-grayish fur that engulfed their entire body in a matter of seconds. The transformation was complete with a long, drawn-out growl as Morwen now stood in their monstrous wolf form. Their massive height of 8 feet allowed them to tower over Peter by a foot. The expression on their lupine face was one of pure dread, and they dug their powerful hind leg into the dirt, asserting their stance.
Stiles's eyes widened in a mix of horror and realization, causing him to stumble back. It wasn't just the Alpha that was shocking him; he finally comprehended the full truth of the situation. "Oh, fuck—"
Jackson's eyes narrowed at Morwen, a quiet snarl escaping his lips. Derek gazed upon Morwen in a mixture of awe and respect, whispering beneath his breath.
Both Allison and Scott, despite their initial shock, quickly refocused their attention and their determination.
However, amidst the chaos, a shout pierced through the tension—Scott's voice. "Allison!"
She looked up to see Scott throwing her compound bow towards her. Catching it with practiced ease, she notched an arrow with swift precision. The Alpha's attention shifted from the Molotov Cocktail to Allison, confusion briefly clouding its monstrous features. In a split second, as the Alpha turned to throw the cocktail, Allison's arrow was already in flight. The beaker shattered in the Alpha's hand as the arrow smashed through the glass.
As the flames erupted, Morwen let out a long-awaited roar that seemed to make the very ground tremble beneath their mighty paws. With a ferocious and purely feral growl, they charged toward Peter, fueled by a mixture of anger, determination, and the fiery transformation coursing through their veins.
As the chemicals splashed over the Alpha's claws and fingers, a dangerous interaction occurred, causing flames to suddenly ignite across its hand. Seeing the signal, Jackson stepped forward and hurled a second beaker, the impact causing it to explode across the Alpha's torso, immediately engulfing it in flames.
Without hesitation, Morwen reared back, their claws extending like deadly weapons, and they began to tear into Peter's chest. The burning pain was ignored, as they tore into his flesh, uncaring if their own fur ignited. With both claws digging into his shoulders, Morwen fiercely pulled downward, shredding and tearing at his body.
A nightmarish shriek pierced the air as the creature writhed and twisted in agony, the fire consuming its form. Morwen's assault did not relent; they continued to dig their claws deeper, tearing at Peter's sides, revealing bone, and ribs, spraying blood across themselves and the surroundings.
Scott, still reeling from the horror before him, watched as the scene unfolded. He pushed himself back on the ground, unable to tear his eyes away from the burning and torn figure before him. It was a scene of vengeance and retribution, played out in front of the very house where he had survived the first devastating fire. The shrieks gradually subsided, and Peter's body dropped onto the wet leaves, rolling to a stop as the flames turned to billowing black smoke.
