Raiden left Stormwind at the inn's stable, trusting that she and Baldur would take care of each other in his absence. He checked on the cat, who was still curled up on the bed, sound asleep. After asking the stewardess to watch over the small animal while he was gone, Raiden stepped into the dark trees at the border of town.
He stood there under the trees for a moment until he was sure no one was watching, then began to run. The cold air nipped at his skin, the wind pulling at his thin clothing, but he paid no mind to it. As he ran, he allowed his instincts to take hold, allowed the rage and pain to overwhelm his mind.
Agony exploded through his body as he transformed, every bone breaking and reshaping with every step until he was the wolf. Primal emotions consumed every crevice of his
