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I was writing this story under a different username and decided to just combine my accounts.
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PROLOGUE
The naked Lycanthrope paced back and forth across the cold concrete floor, his bare feet leaving temporary prints upon the gleaming surface while he clutched the tattered shawl around his shoulders tightly.
Only a few minutes left until the moon rose and his transformation began, but a strange flutter deep within the pit of his stomach told him there was something wrong.
He stopped his pacing to run both shaking hands through his sandy hair; pre-lunar nerves at an all time high despite having gone through the process hundreds of times before.
Regardless, the pain never lessened.
1 minute to go.
His heart was beating a mile a minute and he had to exhale through his mouth to keep from hyperventilating, praying that the adrenaline would take some of the edge off when his bones began to break.
But all of a sudden, a completely different feeling caught his attention.
A faint, prickling sensation nipped at the centre of his chest, wordlessly warning him that something was interfering with the protective wards around the house.
He told himself that it was nothing more than an overly curious fox looking for food, and for a moment he thought he'd been right. But when an invisible thread began pulling beneath his ribcage, he knew it was no animal.
A series of sharp stings followed as he felt his various spells and charms snap and break, exposing him to the innocent, outside world and plunging him into a full blown panic.
Sweating profusely as the bile burned the back of his throat, the man frantically searched for anything to incapacitate himself with when he heard the unmistakable sound of his front door creaking open.
30 seconds left.
Half paralyzed with shock and fear, the Werewolf could think of nothing else except to run head first into the wall and pray to Merlin that it knocked him out.
But before he could make a move, the basement door began to turn and with a blinding flash of light, it swung backwards to reveal the figure of a person who peered in and tossed at him a mirthless smile and a piece of cloth.
15 seconds.
Before he could even react, the intruder spun around and dashed away, the loud crack of Apparation providing the Lycanthrope the faintest trace of relief until his nostrils filled with an oh so familiar, mouth watering scent.
He clearly saw the fabric which had been thrown in and nearly began retching, a thick ball of hopelessness and fear choking him.
The powder blue blouse speckled with tiny purple flowers which she had worn on their first date laid strewn on the cold cement floor; the perfect scent trail for a bloodthirsty monster.
5 seconds.
Panic flooded every nerve as he could do nothing except lunge for the shirt and try to throw it as far away from himself as possible.
1 second.
But as he gripped the soft cotton, memories of her bright smile filling his head, his fingers began to break.
A blood curdling shriek rang through the empty basement as the excruciating transformation began.
Minutes passed and the man had disappeared.
In his place a monster whimpered, momentarily rendered motionless by the aftershock of havimg its bones and muscles reset so viciously, when an intoxicating scent filled its short snout, clouding its savage mind and ensnaring its senses.
A low whine escaped the beast's throat as it nuzzled the cloth, salivating over the tantalizing smell before it caught sight of the open door. Bounding up the stairs in a streak of dark fur, the Werewolf made its way outside, howling under the glowing, full moon before beginning its search for the source of the maddening aroma - for its next kill.