Caught Between Forms.

Joshua flickered between forms. Wolf. Human. Wolf. Human. Wolf.
The whitecoats had given him a shot, and the shifting wouldn't stop. His energy was burning up, and he was trembling with exertion.
'I think it's time to give him the Q-shot, Sir,' one said to another.
Their voices sounded odd, disembodied in Joshua's ears.
A clatter in the hallways beyond.
Joshua turned human once more: a shuddering, naked, thin boy.
The whitecoats left the room.
He was wolf once more.
Spying the injection on the table, and with no whitecoats around, Joshua whined.
The 'Q-shot'. Surely that would calm him.
Human.
He wasted no time in fumbling for the needle. His fingers felt buttery. His ears were filled with a high pitch head-ache-sound.
Wolf.
He clawed at the table. The needle fell to the floor with a clatter, the clear liquid moving and creating bubbles within its transparent casing.
Human.
He managed to manoeuvre it to press to the bend of his elbow, biting his lip as it slid through his flesh.
Wolf. Human. Wolf. Human.

Darkness.

Joshua's eyes opened.
Before him, a tall, dark-haired boy loomed.
He smiled, revealing two shining white fangs.
'I'm One.'