Chapter One: Capture
"N-No…Not now—Not again…" I said as I clutched my head with my hands, my soft hazelnut hair sticking out through the cracks between my fingers. It was that time again, the full moon. I closed my eyes as the change began, and I growled in pain. The worst thing that could happen is to have to be turned into a werewolf every full moon. I took a stumble of a step forward, thinking that that might prevent or slow down what was going to happen, but it did not do a thing.
The Full Moon was enclosed by silver light—actually, more of another circle around the moon. Clouds of fluff floated in front of the ball of dust and dirt. The Dark sky acted as an accent on the bright moon; the stars looked like little flashlights to guide the way for lost travelers. The trees, dark and gloomy, were whistling high pitched screams of excitement as they watched from above. The wind began to pick up and the trees swayed from side-to-side.
My feet became more elongated and my toenails were sharpened to a point, my nose became a muzzle, and along my nose was a white stripe, and my body became engrossed in black fur. The human ears now went to an extreme point, and my teeth became as sharp as a knife. The whites of my eyes became more of a yellowish tint, and the hazel iris became black. My clothes where lying in shreds from the change on the ground in the dirt next to me. The Change was complete.
The smell of my own new odor as a werewolf was rather rancid , and being a new werewolf, I wasn't very fond of the idea of my odor changing. Among other things to get used to, you have to walk on four legs, not two, so it's like crawling. I hate to crawl.
Being as adjusted as I would ever get as a wolf, I started off on a journey through the night.
When I awoke in the morning, I heard two voices talking to each other about a way to force 'the change' in another room from me. I only heard part of the conversation, so it was more of a guess than a set-in-stone answer. Silver barred doors enclosed me into a cage…I could hardly move. The cage seemed like it was for a large dog, not a human. The men were talking, but everything was like a record being played at the slowest speed possible.
"…Found him last night…" One voice said, the voice echoed in my ear.
"….Yeah, he should do the trick…" another man said, this time, laughing slightly to himself.
"….I got the drugs right here…" the other voice said.
A metal door swung open with a squeak of disapproval. Feet clattered softly against the tiled flooring. It sounded like the two men that were talking, I only knew of two other people in here but me, and I heard four clicks. A man in a black silk suit walked up behind a man in a tailored leather jacket. The man in the suit was had a briefcase in his right hand, he handed it to the other man, who opened it, to reveal a needle. The man in the leather jacket took it out, and walked toward me. I put my hands on the silver bars, and put my face up to them. They were cold. I growled and lashed out at the man's hand that was holding the needle—to no prevail.
The last thing I remember is growling at the man, and trying to bite his hand before the needle was put in my arm. Then the room began to blur and then it went black as my eyes closed from exhaustion. My hands slid down to the bottom of the cage, and my head fell to the ground, landing face first.