Chapter 38: QUENCHED HIS THIRST
The pain was unbearable when his bones dislocated and he was forced to shift into the monster that people thought was the epitome of the bad omen for a shapeshifter. He and his people would be doomed once the word of his condition got out.
"ARRGHH!" Cane roared in agony, this kind of pain almost felt like every bone in his body had been broken into a million pieces. His body felt so hot, as if there was someone pouring melted iron all over his body. Thawed his brain and liquefied his being.
He couldn’t sense anything anymore, as he felt his body turn into a ball of flames. Every inch of his skin was so painful, even the pain from the silver chains seemed heavenly compared to this one.
Cane had gone through this six times, but he had never gotten used to it, he didn’t think that he would ever get used to this. He felt like his insides were being minced when he had to shift into that monster.
The monster he had to become as the price for the sorcery that he had committed, in order to free his people from the tyrant.
And once the monster was out, it wanted to run rampant, thirsting for blood. It wanted to be freed, but the chains stopped it. The thirst was unbearable, coupled with the pain of forcefully shifting, Cane knew no pain greater than this.
The flames turned into inferno with every second that passed.
He was howling in agony.
But then, there was this scent that bothered him, the scent was akin to a fresh air that let him breathe for a moment. It was so heavenly in his current state. He howled even harder, calling for whoever that scent belonged to, to come closer to him, as he was in a lot of pain.