A Wolf on the Hunt
The sky was dark, void of its usual glittering stars;
But as the wind blew and the clouds shifted
The full moon shone clear, my beacon in the sea of night.
As I watched, I waited in mounting fear,
For the inevitable to transpire.
It began as it always did.
A sharp pain crawling up my spine;
Freezing me in my place.
My mind twisting as it was overcome
by raw animal instinct.
My hair lengthening; nails
morphing into claws as I fell to the ground
Screaming in agony.
Legs thickening, becoming more powerful, while my arms were bent
and moulded.
Then, as sudden as it had began, it was over.
And replacing my human form was a killer.
I shook my whole body, getting a feel for my new form;
The fur on my back, a dark, glossy brown;
Teeth; no; fangs as sharp as razor blades.
Hands, now paws, with claws digging into the earth.
Then with a swish of my tail I was gone.
A wolf on the hunt.
