Mooney had a full moon coming up this month like a period. He always forgot to feed his bird during this time. So, this time, he left a note for himself. He spaced out for a minute only to realize he was staring into space! He looked down on the piece of paper to see… his sectrets spilled on the page as if he just spilled fresh, crisp, blue, his favorite, small, ink there! He had been writing for over two hours! He read the first line:

FEED BIRD! When I was younger I didn't really understand the stigma of my "kind," but my affliction has taught me to never let go. I do wish I could find love, though. Someone who understands. Someone like… me. I like hairy men. No – hairy things! No, anything! Anything… Help?

As he finished the note, he read the last word, and noticed that it was very niceley lettered and took up half his page. It said help. He realized he had spent most of the time on the fancy lettering. "Hmm." "What?!" "Whaaah?!"

Suddenly he felt a jolt. "Shit" "Motherfucker!" He had forgotten to take his wolfsbane! He felt his bones creak and his fingernails grew. So sexy. He didn't hurry up the stairs, that's for sure. Soon enough, he was a bona fide werewolf. He looked through his wolf vision (some yellows were muted), and didn't see anything unusual. His stomach growled – his stomach was bigger now. You see, he had became a bigger creature, and some of his organs had become bigger, while his outer body grew, too. This meant that his stomach had grown, too, which means that the food he ate earlier as a human did not fill up his stomach the same amount.

"Tweet, tweet". He whipped around. He faintly recognized the sight of a bird in a cage, but his instincts took over and he charged. A foot away from the cage, he stopped dead. Something was glowing on the bird cage – glowing the brightest gold he had ever seen as a wolf. It pulsated and drew him in. It was writing on note paper, and the handwriting was vaguely familiar. So familiar, even a wolf could tell. He seemed to gain human ideas – human memories. He could read the note! As he read the heartfelt letter, he felt a deep conection for the sad story told. A single tear fell down his furry face, through his thick, dark lashes. He felt a longing in his heart to know this person. He wanted to communicate so he set up objects around the room to make a picture-message for his mystery man. Let's just say someone got mail. He passed out.

End of Ch. 1

Chapter 2 coming soon!