The call of the wolf
Scorpius POV
Have you ever heard the howl of the wolf? It's cool if you think about it, it's there way of communication. that's how the contact each other; if a member of there pack is hurt or a sign to attack a threat. well, a werewolf is different, there is only one means attack whatever gets in its way. how do I know this you ask? My name is Scorpius and I am a were-fox.
It all started when I was 11. I was walking through a barren wood trying to find my twin brother(Carlos). The trees danced in the midnight wind. CHRASH! BANG! the thunder echoes overhead. The lightning illuminating the cluttered woods. Trees. Trees everywhere I was eerie, then I hear it. The blood curdling scream of agony that I knew could only belong to Carlos. The scream was followed by a howl that chilled me to the bone as I felt a cold sweat appear on my neck.
After that, I wasn't thinking straight. I needed to find Carlos: I needed to get home. After minutes, or hours, of running, I stumbled upon him. A gigantic half man half wolf, I knew who it was was the infamous Fenier Greyback.i didn't have time to run. I froze almost immediately. He lunged at me, with inhuman speed, before I could do anything.
Pain. Excruciating pain. That's all I could remember. I could see black spots dancing in my vision. I felt blood pour out of my body like rain. I had one thought. I am going to die. Then everything faded to black.
I woke up the next morning; my muscles screamed in agonising protest as I tried to stand. I looked to my left; Carlos leaning against a tree. But he looked …different. I couldn't place it, but something was off. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, he had a pair of painted dog ears and a painted dog tail. He was looking at me with a strange look: I asked what he was staring at." you have a fox tail and fox ears!" he mumbled. Then I passed out again. From exhaustion or shock, I didn't know.
When I woke up again, I was greeted with walls a white as freshly fallen snow. I looked over to see Carlos, still passed out, our dad was holding his hand. Most of his body was coated in varying in size as if someone had cast septum Sempra on him. I could only imagine how I looked.
As time passed, my senses sense of smell became sharper; my vision became more precise; my hearing became more hearing became so sensitive that a quite noise like the clicking of a pen felt like hammers trying to shatter my skull. However, a noise like a fire alarm would make me pass out in unbearable pain.
Now every month I turn into a fluffy, tranquil, majestic fox and Carlos a painted dog. I still have constant nightmares of that traumatizing night. I don't think I will ever be the same again. well…would you?