In his sleep Isaac started dreaming, but these dreams were almost terrifying and painful. Flash images of all sorts of objects, places, and scenes practically hammered their way into his mind. These cursed images haunted Isaac, and horrifyingly animalistic instincts and temptations began to emerge.
In one image Isaac saw a man that had just had his throat torn out, and he slowly tried to crawl away from Isaac only to bleed out in a pool of his own blood. But why was he crawling away from a knight? That’s when Isaac felt a rush of adrenaline through his veins, like watching this man choke on his last breath was almost amusing to him. But the part that scared Isaac the most was that he could smell the juices, and he found them tantalizing only to realize the taste of blood and flesh in his mouth. But before Isaac could spit out whatever was in his mouth the scene ended, and a completely new one began.
In this new scene Isaac was on all fours, nude, and he couldn’t stand despite all of his most vigorous efforts. All around Isaac was a forest in the middle of a wildfire, and the smell of ash and brimstone filled the air. That’s when a cone of fire appeared in front of Isaac, and slowly a large werewolf creature cloaked in a shadowy haze emerged. Isaac suddenly felt aroused, whether this creature was male or female didn’t matter, his bodily system demanded lust and the only way to quench it was pleasure. That’s when the shadowy wolf creature reached out towards Isaac, and Isaac felt paralyzed and unable to do anything against this creature. Isaac closed his eyes shut, unable to do anything else as he felt the creature's large claws tease his cock. Then the entity violently took hold of Isaac’s dick and jerked it towards him, and Isaac let out a howl of pain then suddenly he snapped back into reality and woke up in a cold sweat.
"W-What?" Isaac muttered to himself.
He tried to get up, but discovered that for whatever reason the front portion of his torso from his chest to his thighs was stuck to the floor like glue. Without any other options Isaac used his all of strength to push himself up off of the ground only to hear a feel large chunks of fur being torn from his body. Isaac yowled in pain and looked down at his body to see his whole was body covered in thick fur, with obvious portions of where fur had been torn out from the sticky sap beneath his body.
"Argh, son of a....!!!" Isaac snarled then he looked down at a fragment from the shattered sphere, and saw his own reflection on the surface and his eyes widened once he saw what he had become.
Isaac slowly picked up the fragment and examined himself closer, the magic from the sphere dispelled when it shattered against the ground. However this fragment was just barely large enough to fit within the palm of Isaac’s large hand. Isaac had the body of a werewolf, but when he saw the eye on his forehead he felt a huge migraine from the center of his head.
You are the pack, you are the hunt, you are the predator, you are the alpha
A quiet voice whispered to Isaac, but it came from directly in front of Isaac’s ears and he could hear it faintly in both. No human could’ve ever picked up that voice with the naked ear, but the strangest part was that after this voice spoke to Isaac the pain soon subsided and it was as if nothing happened aside from Isaac’s physical transformation.
Isaac felt an itching sensation to investigate this voice, but something inside of him simply told Isaac that it was nothing to be concerned with. After awhile even Isaac wondered if he imagined it from the start, but why would he think those kinds of thoughts? Again, something inside Isaac’s mind somehow just disregarded these kinds of questions, so Isaac moved on to inspect his own body.
Along with the fur, his head, his newfound claws, and his endowed canine masculinity there weren’t many more canine features. Isaac seemed to be stuck as some kind of crossbreed between a werewolf and human, and as odd as it felt part of him felt incomplete. Isaac had and itching suspicion that this was because of the ring her shoved on his finger at the last second, and something in his mind urged him to remove it and/or destroy it. However the ring was his safe haven at this point, keeping his humanity intact while keeping his animality in check.
That’s when Isaac ran into a dilemma in his mind that made him pause and think for a few moments. Why did he need the ring to protect him, he was his own man wasn’t he?! But if he destroyed the ring this odd voice would win, and he couldn’t have that, could he?
"Urrrgh! Why can’t I make up my mind?!" Isaac snarled as he looked down at the ring.
He then shook his head and thought,"You know what?! Fuck it! I’m going to deal with this later! After I rid this place of corruption, this pitiful debacle will sort itself out. But whatever, if it doesn’t it won’t matter in the long run, at least not when everyone will see me as great and honorable!"
Isaac then looked trudged deeper with nothing but his furry hide, and his terrifying claws. However this time his motivation wavered from whatever this eye was trying to do to him. For whatever reason he remembered his code as a paladin, but whatever this other side of him was had him convinced that this was going to grant him some sort of grand prize of honor, glory, and fame. Isaac was unaware of this drastic change to his mind, but this new version of Isaac wanted to be better than everyone else, and he felt like he could cut down whatever stood in his way. He was the alpha, the one who could, no would, protect all he could protect and in return get whatever he wanted from them.
Isaac eventually came to a branching intersection, once there he....