Caught?

The pain was nerve-wracking and that was saying a lot considering how much practice he had gotten from the moment he got cursed since he was ten years old. It felt like every inch of his skin had been set on fire and his bones were slowly melting and that was just the first phase.

By midnight, when he transformed, he usually wished he was dead as he laid on the bed clenching the sheets as hard as he could, completely soaked with sweat from head to toe even as he felt his beast slowly trying to take control.

'I should have killed him! If he shows up he better have all his limbs missing!' Cain swore to himself unable to understand why the damn servant was yet to return. His mind going through various scenerios in his head about what could possibly stop his uncle Eldric from giving him the damn potion.