The Beast snapped at the hardlight cuffs around her legs, trying to break out of them. She snarled and bit at the air around Fenrir as he attempted to grapple her. As if by some form of miracle, Fenrir's Puppy Channel watching seemed to pay off. The Beast struggled in Fenrir's arms for several moments, before her energy finally drained. Normally, The Beast could stay in its form for about fifteen minutes, but it seemed like destroying the cruiser had shortened this transformations length considerably. 

In moments The Beast began to shift back down into Belle, the change happening as quickly as it had began. The light cuffs slipped right off her now smaller form, and Belle was unconscious in Fenrir's arms. She was going to feel the strained muscles when she woke up. The pain, as well as the amnesia, would be her only clues into what happened after the Outsiders left the cruiser.

But for now, she slept, curled up on one of the horribly mangled seats. 

She had been jostled awake by the shaky movements of the cruiser. She looked around groggily, the soreness in her arms and legs standing out above all. Belle was confused. Had she really fallen asleep during the mission? How silly of her. But that wouldn't explain the aches in her body, or why she couldn't remember falling asleep. 

She tried to deny it, but deep down she knew what had happened. The gashes in the metal walls of the cruiser, she had done the same thing to the drywall back in her home. The teeth marks in the pilots chair looked similar to the ones she left in the sofa. 

Belle swallowed, feeling horribly guilty as she closed her eyes again, too drained to keep awake. Maybe someone would carry her to her room.