They were both awake now, just staring at the Morning Sky of the path.
Words weren't spoken between them yet. The only emotion visible in their eyes was a hint of irritation.
They both felt very different, and of course, they knew their bodies had undergone some kind of transformation and they would never be the same again.
Zeke finally stirred and pushed himself up. He expected his body to feel immensely heavy, but the lightness of it caught him off guard. And he moved so quickly that he found himself standing instead of sitting.
Woah!
"Your Wolf...Moon...is he alright in there?" Sylas asked.
Zeke looked down at Sylas for the first time and was struck once again. Sylas looked different from how he remembered. He wouldn't have believed it was him if not for those cold eyes he knew.
The fire had burnt it away. The mask that made him Sylas. And now that new skin had formed on him, his face was that of the original.
He now had Zevon's face.
