And the secret unravels within their own eyes.
Minghao curls into himself, clutching his head with a guttural growl. His body seems to bend
and mold into a strange shape, tearing the robes and uniform he wears with a force. His silver
hair grows longer and covers his whole body. And the face, Minghao’s face contorts into a
long snout with a row of sharp teeth. Even his kind, grey eyes now have a streak of animalistic
urge. His ragged breath can be heard clearly in the midst of quiet night, and it’s not a sound
that any human can produce.
“M-minghao—”
Their best friend is long gone, now he’s replaced by a huge werewolf standing as a danger to
their lives.
They shiver as Minghao howls. The sound reverberates across the Forbidden Forest and who
knows how many werewolves have been hiding between the trees now?
Seokmin grabs Mingyu’s hand almost immediately, pulling him farther from Minghao. He
casts his wand out, pointing right at the werewolf, “We have to get away.”
“But we have to save Minghao!” Mingyu pushes Seokmin’s wand away. “You can’t kill him!”
“Why do you assume I’m gonna kill him?” Seokmin’s lips set into an annoyed frown, though
his eyes remain at Minghao who seems to still regain the sight of his surroundings. “We need
time so I can help him.”
Mingyu furrows his eyebrows, “How?”
“Just trust me on this,” Seokmin points his wand at Minghao’s direction. “Gyu, get your wand
out and in my cue, summon your Firebolt.”
“But this is Minghao’s dream, how do you know it’ll work?”
“For a Gryffindor, you’re a very pessimistic person, Gyu,” Seokmin has the audacity to turn
his own words, grinning triumphantly when Mingyu snorts at that. He nods as Mingyu gets
his wand out. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
As Seokmin predicted, Minghao turns to catch their figures standing nearby. He walks in his
hind legs at first, then his long arms propel him to move faster. Mingyu notices Seokmin’s
hand is slightly shaky, but the grip on his wand is doubtless.
And that’s enough for Mingyu to trust him entirely.