Vadim didn't have time to worry over his harsh words to Belle. They were for her own good because if she saw what he would become, then she would get hurt, at least somewhere in her still innocent heart. Locking the door, he threw down heavy bolts meant to keep curious eyes away when he underwent the change. He stared into the mirror one last time, before throwing his shirt and shoes to a corner where he would have no need of them. All signs of humanity he tossed aside while he paced in an ever waiting dance for the clock to chime. He felt more anxious than usual with Belle in his home. Normally, he didn't even bother with the locks anymore and often wandered his grounds in the dead of the night. He wondered if he could do that now though.

Finally, the first strike of midnight rung throughout the entire manor, the echoes bouncing off the walls in almost metallic sounding clangs. He felt his paws shift first. With each chime, he shifted farther. Fur sprouted as he grew taller, his wolf-like feet lifting him off of the floors by only his strong, clawed toes. The last strike turned into nothing more than an echo and his cloak settled into place around his shoulders. The change was complete and would stay for the whole month. Vadim threw back his head and let out a single, short howl before whirling away from the window to wallow in his darkness.