This is still too freaky run like hell.

Cursing Barry spun around and darted towards one end of the alley, running as if the devil himself was at his heels. At first he felt the cold chill of a winternights allmost frozen air in his lounges, his breath turned heavye as his movements slowed down bit by bit. He would not be able to continue like this much longer unless he got somewhere where it was warmer, or he found some clothes.

Both options seemed highly unlikely in the middle of the night in an industrial part of town in winter. It was this helplesness that triggered his next change, from deep within his soul he heard the howling challenge of a predatory beast, he answered its challenge fiercely.

He then felt his hands and feet turn into paws as his entire body grew a goldenred fur within a heartbeat. He had become a wolf, all his senses worked sharper than before, he smelled the clean air of the night and noticed the stench of the industrial part of town. He heard every one of his pursuers footsteps and smelled her perfume. The chill of the air did not matter anymore, all that mattered was getting away from this woman, he spun around once again and startet running into darkness on all fours.

A good twenty minutes later he was sure that he had lost her. By now he was somewhere in the middle of London with no idea who he was and no clothes, he needed some clothes fast, for a wolf would cause the humans to either attack him or capture him for his own good. Furthermore he did not know how long he could stay in this form without trouble. The good part about his escape as a wolf was that he was not in the least exhausted. He then started frantically searching the alleys in his new environment for something to wear.

That was when he noticed a homeless man sleeping within the alley he had run into. By the sound of his breath the man was probaly not going to last the night, at least if Barry decided to take his clothes that was...