The Power Of The Moon
I stood in the forest, waiting. I had only a matter of minuets left before I would change. I hated having to do it out here in the woods, but it was the summer holidays so I didn't have any other options. I couldn't use the shreeking shack. I hated it because of how much danger I put people in. What if I stumbled across someone? I could infect them, or even kill them. I was dangerous. I stared up at the dark sky waiting, the cold biting at my naked body.
The pain ripped through my torso. It was starting. The pain came in waves at first. As the moon started to take its influence over me. Ripping me apart. Then…it was constant. A never-ending stream of agony as my body was pulled apart. I fell to the ground gasping, willing myself not to cry out at the pain. It didn't stop. It raged through my body, like poison. Stealing my humanity. I screamed and toppled forward onto all fours in pain, trying, unsuccessfully, to breath. My heart was failing, so were my lungs and all my internal organs. I should be dyeing, or dead or at least unconscious but the moon keeps me awake, to endure every last second of it. My organs where failing, shrinking and reforming. My bones where growing, breaking and pulling themselves into their new shape, one that was not human. Every bone in my body. At the same time. I screamed the whole time, that is untill my vocal cords tore and started to reform. Then, I couldn't make a sound.
My body was growing. Stretching. My nails became claws. My hands became paws. My teeth became fangs. My ears became larger and pointed. My eyes turned yellow and became sharper. My senses changed. Strengthened. I could smell a lake 2 miles away, hear an ant in a tree, 200 feet above me, and see everything, despite the dark. My face stretched and contorted. Hair spouted up, covering my whole body. My spin arched and protruded out from under my skin, cementing my on all fours.
And that's the last thing I remember of the night. That's when I was gone. My mind was taken by the moon. The last thing that made me, me. and all that was left, was the wolf.
It threw its head back and howled to the moon, before taking off into the depths of the forest. Leaving behind my clothes, neatly folded at the base of a great oak tree.
The moon filtered down through the trees to the spot where minuets ago a 16 year old boy, tall and lanky, all scars and honey hair, had stood. The spot where seconds ago a monster had taken off into the night…