Don't Wake The White Wolf
New skin cells rapidly regenerated, swallowing the wounds and healing them miraculously beneath the warm flow of water.
Trembling, I reached out to wipe away the thick layer of condensation fogging up the large mirror. As my reflection cleared and became visible, my chest tightened in absolute, paralyzing horror.
My long-standing black hair, starting from the roots beneath the warm water, was rapidly turning into a pure, pristine white, like the first snow of the season. My near-sighted eyes, blurred without glasses, could now clearly see every single crevice on the wall, but my pupils had shifted into a feral, vertical slit of icy blue. And most terrifying of all... right on top of my head,