MARTIN'S POV
In the last few days, I had tried to convince myself that the more I changed, the more I would get used to the bad feelings and pain I felt during the process, but at that moment, I was thinking about how that could be a lie because it was hurting just as much as the other times and the bad feeling was the same. Nothing had changed; I kept hating it and wishing it would never happen again.
When I started to change, Carl stopped. Unlike last time, when he was at my house, he didn't come to me to help me. He wanted this; he wanted me to change; he needed this, and I needed it too, even though I didn't want it. "Carl!" I growled, feeling my face change, my claws grow, and my hair show. "I don't want to," I pleaded, uselessly. He wouldn't help me. I felt my strength running out;
