Point of View:
Tyler Baile
“Tyler, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Just nut up, it will be painless,” I said standing behind the podium. I pulled my wand from its holster with a sad smile. Donavan grabbed the moonstone and held it above to goblet with the same smile. “I’m sorry you have to do this,” I said to him.
“No its okay, I want to now.” Donavan said with a smile. I smiled back then poured water into the goblet.
“Luna in sanguinem potestate invocabo hune ritum.” I spoke as Donavan’s eyes turned into his wolf’s. “Nota hic versipellem voluntate. Et fortitudo eius, hic est sanguis.” Donavan’s muscles tightened and bulged as they grew from the change. He grunted as his fist slowly crushed the moonstone into the water. I let out a soft sigh as the moonstone bore into Donavan’s flesh.
