2.27. Labyrinths & Liches, Part Three
The full moon is close enough that Nikolas’ transformation is quick. The haste is hardly warranted, though: the wight is slow moving, unbalanced, and possibly disoriented. Fenrir’s hand quivers as he points at it. “What is that?” “I don’t know,” Sadie replies, “I think it’s a zombie or something.” “Fight?” Nikolas growls. He glances at Sadie for approval. “I’m not sure how,” she says, “like, is this a ‘must destroy the brain situation’ or what?” “Bite,” he snarls. “Let’s not? Just give me a minute to gather my senses, okay?” “Eat?” “No! Maker, what is wrong with you?”