Chapter 332: Plot Armor
While Jonas hadn't expected it to work, after spending a brief moment in the shadows with the wolf, he moved maybe an inch or two before leaving the shadows. It was over in a link of an eye and Jonas hoped that the wolf didn't even realize what had happened.
Though, the wolf didn't waste time in realizing that its tail wasn't caught under the bear's head anymore. It stood up and seemed ecstatic that it wasn't trapped any more. Which Jonas couldn't be sure if that was a good thing or not. Since now if the wolf chose to attack, he'd have less ability to actually try to fight it.
However, a moment later, the wolf started to act strangely for a wolf. More than it had already, that is. It looked like it was going through some kind of convulsions, and even its limbs were starting to bend in ways that didn't look natural. Like it was going through a kind of change that Jonas hadn't thought could occur.
Then when it was almost over, Jonas realized how the wolf was changing; the wolf was Harold Carson. While Jonas couldn't remember exactly, he thought that Harold might have a system related to lycanthropy, so if he had been a werewolf, it would at least explain not only the transformation, but also why the wolf had been so large and friendly.
When the transformation was finished, Harold stood before him, without any sort of clothing whatsoever.
"Sorry about this, but do you think you know where my bag is?" Harold asked. "I put my clothing in that, but I seem to have lost it when the bear fell down."
Jonas looked around. He didn't see any kind of bag, or pack even, short of the one he knew he had on his back. "Sorry, if it is around here, I'd guess that it's under the bear."
Harold sighed. "I had a feeling it'd be there."
"Well, I'll be heading back to the others, then," he said, not sure if he should ask any questions.