The first change, it's always the worst, for the most part you don't know what's going on…For the past month you probably had dreams of thundering through forests on all fours, howling up at a moon, or following the scent of some animal, but they are nothing more than that, dreams, "Nothing to lose sleep over," you tell yourself again and again. There just stories your parents told you, told the tribe. You roll your eyes at the thought, just like you've done every other time.

Then it happens, that first change, it slowly rains down upon you and the pain arrives, at first all there is, is the pain, blinding pain the kind that makes you howl like an animal, if you only knew that's what you were it wouldn't seem so odd. Soon your returning to a standing position, and in your mirror, you see it, the calm, perhaps even docile face of the Beast, at that moment you're in complete control, there is no emotions, no rage, no sadness, nothing. its massive muscles, enough muscle mass to make you slouch forward slightly, are under your control, and then you move back into the moonlight, and it hits you harder than a freight train. The Beast wants out, and there is no door to close on it.

Soon you've leapt down out your window and are on the roads, then your in the woods, running, searching for something, something you don't know what though, searching for the answers. Answers to the reason the beast has taken hold of you. Then you realize, those stories you were told when you were little. Your parents told you the legends. Only they weren't legends. Your living in a real nightmare. Your own personal hell. You've changed, it could be for the better, or it could be worse. You could have killed someone your first change.

You could have been alone, you could been in the dark about it all. No one could have warned you. At least you have the comfort of knowing you were told. Although even if they did, you didn't believe them. Why would you, it was just old superstitious legends, that your grandparents told your parents. The change, we are the protectors. Yeah right, its just a stupid legend.

This is normally the part where people come back to reality, the Snap-Back is what those in the know call it, when you realize, everything, everything they have ever told you, the lies at least that's what you thought they were, and stories you thought were just that, stories. Its all true. You are a werewolf. You have changed, your are now in a pack, because some stupid cold one, a stupid blood sucker came to town. Nice right? You are now a beast, you are now a werewolf. Sworn to secrecy, you cant tell anyone. You're a werewolf, and hardly anyone will ever know.

This is where you run, The Human in you sends the body running back home, to your haven, where you probably end up huddling in a corner refusing to move, shivering in fear, and eventually falling into a restless sleep. When you wake up the next day, you tell yourself it's all a dream, but then, you find your stained nails, and the fact your naked and your clothes are shredded on the floor.

Then you find comfort in the fact you knew It was coming, you knew what you were, they were telling the truth. Then you open your eyes wider, letting in the darkness, you see him. Your pack leader, standing in the opposite corner, smiling down at you. With a smirk smugness about him, he knew what you were, he warned you. He told you the truth, you didn't believe him. You didn't want to. You were afraid.

That's when you look up in the mirror at yourself, you look in disgust, that's when you ask yourself: What have I become?

Yeah, that First Change, is a bitch…

But for me, at least, at least I wasn't alone like him. Like Sam. His first change, I saw it I saw it all in his head. No one should go through this alone.