"Dude. Transform partially? You mean like, on purpose? How can anybody practice...that?" It seemed beyond him. Why would anyone want to? Well, maybe in a fight or something. Teeth and claws were a pretty big advantage. "Oh! That's right, do you have superpowers? Can you turn into a bat?"

"Gross. That makes it sound like a disease. Which it probably is," a grumble.

Peter's stomach is growling just as much as his wolf side when he enters the place. It's super thoughtful of Flynn. But all thoughts of food disappeared when he entered. It smelled like vampire, if that's what that scent that set him off was, and his instincts were going absolutely haywire when he entered. It's a nice place, really, but he's frozen only a few steps into the apartment, his eyes turning gold again.

Den. Enemy. Danger. Trap.

No, this was stupid.

One foot in front of the other. He was certain by now this wasn't a trap--he'd be dead or captured already.