When Vic realized that the conversation had always been coming from his own mouth, an indescribable fear inevitably surged from his heart.
"Who the hell are you!" Vic roared again, "Why can you control my body!?"
The roar carried a tremor, but quickly turned calm.
"Because I am you."
"You're talking nonsense!"
Vic clenched his teeth tightly.
He could feel his body rapidly transforming into a wolf, but the parts transforming were completely out of control, forcing Vic to use a single human arm to support his increasingly large and heavy body, which was naturally becoming more strenuous.
"The truth is always hard to accept." Vic's mouth continued to respond on its own, "So they will never let you discover the truth."
"...What is the truth?"
