For several tense moments, it seemed Harold would lose control completely. But finally, with a supreme effort of will, he managed to dominate the beast.
Almost.
His face still showed marked chitinous patterns, like living scars that refused to disappear. His injured leg and other areas where he'd received damage remained partially transformed, flesh and carapace mixing grotesquely.
But at least he had regained control.
He grabbed Luna by the hair and began dragging her toward where they kept Liora wrapped.
"There are many beasts in the school that can create coverings," the spy commented worriedly as Harold dragged the poor girl and caught his breath. "I can stay at the academy, keep my eyes open and continue reporting..."
Harold looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. "They'll interrogate you after this even if you pretend I kidnapped you..."