Any other Western-born boy would've been lulled to sleep by the chanting, quiet, soft, rhythmic and hypnotic, the voices of the monks barely slipping above the faintest of buzzes, the kind that you didn't really hear as much as felt, spiralling from that area at the small of the back through the rest of the body.
Oz felt the chanting there, preventing the teeth growing, the nails lengthening, the fur sprouting, the wolf emerging bloody and vicious from within his body. He lifted his head, his eyes closed in meditation, charms and tattoos adorning his skin, and joined in song.
This Angel/Buffy the Vampire Slayer story was written by Kate Bolin. If you liked it, there's plenty more at http://www.dymphna.net/fanfic/. And you can feedback her at dymphna@dymphna.net.