Chapter One Hundred & Sixty-Nine: The Labyrinth Of Death

With no sense of direction as to where she was going, she veered towards the left only hoping for the best. The moon that had disappeared behind a cloud came to view, sending a glow on the surface of the world.

Velma smiled, a feeling of happiness and contentment enveloping her. She could not remember the last time she had basked in the glory of the full moon. She smiled at it and with faith withing her heart, she began to run in the direction of the moon that slowly turned red.

It was not long before the oddly familiar feeling of her transformation enveloped her. Her running slowed down as her feet turned into hind legs, her back began to elongate and her clothing was ripped away from her body slowly. However, the necklace Fern had given her seemed to disappear into her chest. Her hands were next, turning into forelegs, then her head.