Jason was in and out of consciousness. He heard Kristy shouting and felt a man carry him. "W-what is happening?" he asked, but his voice came out too soft.
"Shhh. . . You are safe, Jason. I will keep you safe." He recognized the voice. It was Oscar who was carrying him.
"Oscar? What is happening? Am I sick?" Jason was worried. He had never experienced fever, yet here he was, burning and weak.
"Yes, it is me. You are transitioning. I thought we had a day or two before this. Tonight, once the moon is at its peak, you will be shifting. Take rest for now." Oscar held Jason tightly against his chest. He was like a groom carrying his bride.
Jason felt secure and started to drift off…
"Coward!" he heard someone shout. The whole place he was in was dark, and the only source of light was a f
