Clementine:
I noticed Troy watching my face a little too anxiously. Meanwhile, the others were already walking toward the station, entering through the broken area and sitting on the benches. I was still a little behind, near the big wall where the station stood. Before I could take more steps, Troy grabbed my hand and pulled me back.
"What are you doing?" I complained.
Since everyone was focused on comforting those who had lost loved ones, I guess they didn't see us. My squad mates probably noticed, but it was too late. Troy had already dragged me back into the woods.
"Ouch, what are you doing?" I groaned, slapping his hand off my arm.
"Transition, come on," he insisted once he let me go.
"No," I groaned, glaring at him.
"You're gonna fucking lose your wolf if you don't. Wait, you already transitioned once," he said, pointing at my arm.
My arm was healed because I'd briefly let Mint out to fix it when I tried going after Ian.
"So that means you can transition," Troy added.
