The signs of the transformation were undeniable, the black veins bulging in the man's arms that were threatening to burst, the fur sprouting from almost every visible part of his skin, and the claws that and snout forming. All of it was clear as day, and yet the witnesses weren't able to get over the fact that Mark, their "hero" had killed one of their own.
"Why…why did you-?!" One of the guards who was friends with the person that was put down stammered, panic rising in his voice.
The scene was awfully familiar, under the judgmental stares who were obvious from the circumstances. Mark finally understood the pressure Noah was under. The people Noah had to kill just to be misunderstood, the actions he had to take that no one else was willing to, and how, no matter how much he tried to explain his reasoning, his excuses would always fall on deaf ears.