First Full Moon

"Don't worry Max, it's just a safe space for you to transform in" Alexander's muffled voice sounded from behind the double doors as Max pounded on them one last time.

'You could've just said so' Max thought as he stopped using his bloodied fist on the door that didn't even move an inch while he assaulted it.

"There isn't anything for you to see inside that room other than close your eyes, concentrate on the pure moonlight element inside and use it in order to transform. Remember not to lose consciousness while doing so, this of course if you don't want to become a savage beast." This was the last time Max was able to hear Alexander who seemed to leave the premises.

Max took Alexander's advice and sat on his bottom, moving his feet in a crossed position before placing his hands on his knees. He concentrated on his surroundings, using his experience so far to develop an area in the form of a bubble around him in which he was able to feel the magic particles around.

'Here goes nothing' Max thought as he called upon the hundreds of particles around him, and as if responding to his call all of them moved toward him at an impressive speed. Max realized that during the full moon his affinity for his element was a lot higher than before, being able to conjure hundreds in an instant wasn't something he would normally be able to do.

The first particle entered his body, going toward his veins where it met with other impure particles; joining his blood flow which made Max feel a burning sensation throughout his body. A second, a third, and even more to follow, Max's body was being filled up with the absurd amount of particles that came in an influx toward him.

"AGH" Max couldn't bear to keep quiet anymore and so his mouth sound with the pain he was feeling. His concentration broke but the magic particles around him didn't slow down, one could even say that they were speeding up even.

His body convulsed as the burning sensation got worse and worse, this feeling making Max remember memories from a few nights ago. His eyes lit up in a yellow hue, glowing in the darkness ever so present in the room, sounds of bones cracking was heard as Max groaned in pain.

He suddenly felt sleepy, the sudden emotion making him desire to become unconscious so he wouldn't have to bear through the whole process but Matt intervened.

'Don't even think of sleeping, I won't allow that!" He told Max in an imperative tone which made Max realize what was happening, he was warned several times about it after all. Max wasn't able to thank Matt for his help though, barely being able to think of letters before a spike of pain thrust through his body

On the other hand Matt was trying his best while being extremely limited by the situation. In a normal case, he would be able to suppress Max's feelings but the pain he was feeling at this moment was too much for him; further amplified by the fact that the feeling wasn't from his soul but his body, Matt was pretty much being left worthless during this important time for Max.

Max's eyes glowed and as he started to cry his nails began scraping the floor he was sitting on, barely able to maintain his body in a sitting position.

His breathing was heavy and disoriented, puke and other fluids were stuck at his throat barely being held back by an inch of strength. His mouth began elongating while his teeth grew in size and his nose changed sizes, fur seemingly and endlessly appearing on his body.

"AGH!" Max screamed once again as his vertebrae popped; once, twice, dozens of times a popping sound reverberating through the air. Max's height changed as he became larger than before, his vertebrae being the first bone in his body to pop and extend as after it did bones from his superior and inferior members began cracking one by one, shortly followed by the ribs and even the skull.

At the same time even though no one was able to see it Max's body, while tearing itself apart, was healing at an astonishing speed, his bones changing form and rebinding together in a larger, sometimes even more complex, structure.

***

This process took just over an hour and Max was currently watching the inside of the room with his eyes barely open. His vision being improved all of a sudden, he was able to pierce through the darkness with ease, giving Max an idea of the room he was in though that didn't matter; not like he was going to stay inside it for a lot longer.

Alexander stood behind the doors quietly as he heard Max cry in pain stop after his body finished reconstructing itself. There wasn't any excuse for someone to interfere with a shapeshifter during his first transformation and no matter the race you encountered a prideful shapeshifter wouldn't do anything to help or worsen the process.

It was the process that each of them has to get through, with good or bad characteristics to it the most important thing was for no one to interfere with it otherwise consequences would soon follow.

"Is he done?" A voice asked as Alexander was just about to move toward the door to open it.

"Yes, he should. It seemed like he succeeded in staying awake." Alexander answered while turning around, seeing a robust man standing in front of him.

"I wouldn't expect less from him to be honest, this kid got some spunk" Lutz complimented Max as he turned around, his back now facing one of his trusted men. "But I should get going, I just stopped by to see if he was doing alright" And then he vanished in thin air and as a response Alexander was left flabbergasted. He was a strong individual and by no means to weakest of his rank but he wasn't even able to trace his leader while he left.

"You are such an unusual person" He sighed as his gaze landed back on the double doors that didn't glow anymore, signifying that the person inside was ready to be taken out.

He pushed the door open and as the light poured in onto Max's body, he was left astonished once again.

"A white-furred werewolf!" His sudden but excited shout brought the attention of everyone around while those who knew what it meant became ecstatic.