Luke slowly changed back. His fur began to slowly recede as the rest of him followed in suit. His arms legs began to lengthen and fill out back to normal, while his back began to grown in proportion with the rest of his body parts. His once handsome face was back as well... But something was off. Luke didn't LOOK like old Luke. Old Luke was a muscular-model-like man. Luke didn't talk but rolled on his back and stared up at the ceiling.
Those once beautiful hazel eyes were cold, that of a broken man. While he had a few cuts around his now skinny-torso. His glorious tanned skin was a bit paler than it should of been, almost sickly looking. All his perfectly chiseled muscles were gone. His face was pretty much the same, besides the few cuts on it. This was just plain awful! Aden assumed that this was due to all the torture as a dog. His evil little brother even decided to 'fix' him just to add insult to injury. Luke looked like he gained more than two years of age. He looked like he went from twenty to forty in one leap. And Luke sure knew it.
"Luke... Are you alright." Aden said as he knelt down and placed his hand on Luke's cheek, turning his face towards him so he could get a better look.
Luke didn't answer. His eyes just began to water. Then he gasped as if he was holding his breath and began to sob. Aden, with his hand still on the man's cheek, began to stroke his face softly. Trying to calm him down a bit.
"Don't worry..." Aden said as he comforted the broken man. "We'll fix you up... Just as good as new."