A/N all belongs to JK

FULL MOON

prologue- RJ

"Arjay! Hey Arjay!"

A small boy looked up from hearing his name and tried to spot the familiar voice; it didn't take long. Will and one of his friends were already coming towards him slipping a little on the uneven ground.

"What are you doing out here?" Will asked. He along with his friend looked about Arjay's age and he was talking to him in a sort of accusing way.

"Nothing…" he had gotten bored and had chased some small creature to the extent of the vast forest before them. They had found him just throwing rocks into it.

"Bet I could throw them farther than you"

He probably could, Arjay decided and chucked another rock into the forest. It went in a small arc and then the darkness seemed to swallow it up.

"Hey, does your mum and dad know your out here?"

"I dunno…" replied Arjay, wondering what he would have to do this time. "What's the dare?" There was always a dare.

"No dare Arjay, just George's older brother said that there was treasure far in there called leprechaun gold and I thought you'd want to know."

"So you guys going to go get it?" Arjay asked.

" I heard there was man-eaters in there," said Will, "but we can see who'll go the farthest and maybe we'll find some gold."Arjay remembered the many times his parents had reminded him not to go in there and told Will about it but he replied; " you always do what your mum and dad say?"

Arjay's eyes looked up into the great forest spread out in front of him. The trees already towered over him and looked menacing in the darkness. Though there was some moonlight splashed over some of the leaves and it was casting short and sharp shadows of them on the ground. His sense of foreboding increased as he took a step in to the forest.

The scene blurred and Arjay's eyes flickered for a moment as he heard a low groan escape his lips in the pain he was feeling; the noise reminded him of something. His eyes flickered once again before it went black.

The young boy was running now in a panic. What felt like seconds before he had heard a guttural growling, one that sounded like it was coming out of something deep and very dark, a noise that would have chilled even a grown man to the bone.

He was sprinting as fast as it was possible for him to go, with trees, bushes, fallen branches and the sloping ground around him. He didn't seem to be running into anymore animals though. A branch snapped loudly beneath his foot while another ripped into his side tearing his shirt. Another whipped passed his face again and again but he didn't feel them. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breathing fast paced and torn, and the beast.

He could hear it coming. He could hear the powerful legs effortlessly ripping through the brush, and the breathing, it sounded like it was issuing from the deep depths of a cave. It was raspy and craving and stabbed utter terror into the boy. He kept on running, feeling detached from his body now, like his muscles were pulling him on their own as he watched.

Something rammed into him on his right side and he realized he had run into something in the darkness. He cried out and doubled over wheezing his strained muscles were numb from shock. He sat up on his knees gasping for air and for a split second his mind went totally blank as he looked into the hungry and tortured glinting eyes of the beast.

In a flash it lunged forward with its clawed paw and he felt a searing pain slash across his face as he fell backwards. More claws sank into his chest as it tackled him. He couldn't think, he couldn't breath, and very suddenly there was a ferocious pain. The beast had sunk its teeth into him, high up on his shoulder, piercing his neck.

Someone was screaming. It was awful, it sounded like the person screaming had a light voice like someone very young except cracked in agony enough to make someone cringe. He felt the grip on his shoulder release and his limbs start to move again; crawling. Who was screaming? The voice sounded familiar and the screaming suddenly choked and died as he found in blinding realization that it had been him who was screaming. He was trying hard to breath now, it seemed difficult as all the pain in his body was still fresh. He felt the blood on his face running steadily now and mixed with tears. All the pain and confusion must have just built up on him and he didn't even try controlling his sobs. His arms and legs stopped moving and he rolled over onto his back.

Never before had such a wave of fear seem to erupt from deep inside him from what he next saw. Through the thick trees, shining ominously down on him, was the full moon.

As his confusion increased, his limbs began to shake violently. He coughed and spluttered like he was going to be sick while his breathing became labored. There was something inside him. It was seizing up his body and taking control. He began spasming worse, and he felt the slashes on his face beginning to stretch open sickeningly. He was screaming now, the darkness inside him was taking over. The pain was terrible; his human body was ripping, twisting, completely outside his control. Then, his body suddenly lurched and he was looking directly at the moon again.

He meant to cry out in pain and fear, for anyone; anyone to help him. However, what came out of his body, like from something dark and deep, was a long low howl.

Later the next day, he would find out along with everyone else in his village, that three very young boys had gone into the dark forest that night, and only one had come out.