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Stella Logan rises as a demonic monster and leaps forward to shape-shift into the ugliest werewolf I've ever seen. Froth drops out of his too-big mouth, and his muscles are different sizes, creating bumps on his body. Gross. "Elias," Arachne bats her long eyelashes. "How about you awaken as a monster and join your brother? Those eggs inside of your stomach will hatch at any second now." Elias growls, and I watch him go down on all fours. It appears he is trying to fight the transformation, but there is nothing he can do. His stomach explodes, and tiny spiders run out onto the road. It's hard to watch. Elias screams in agony as he turns into another disgusting monster—a demonic wolf without a stomach. There is no fur on his body, just bloody pink skin stretching to cover him.