Arion had expected the same heaviness that had overtaken him during his previous encounters with infected beasts.
Instead, he felt perfectly normal.
His thoughts remained clear, his body responded without hesitation, and the familiar vetiver of his pheromones settled around him without the strange metallic undertone that had accompanied the transformations in Claudia's Palace.
Even his eyes remained their usual gold.
That was almost disappointing.
Not because Arion particularly wanted to experience the sensation of his mind turning into molasses again, but because he had hoped that deliberately approaching the beasts might help him understand what the fuck was happening inside his own body.
Apparently not.
