Punishment
'Twas at Midnight that the moon shone, sending streams of stark white upon my russet fur. I shivered, the crisp evening air piercing my thick pelt, the frosty grass crunching beneath my paws. Soon, water began to fall from the sky, drenching me from nose to tail. I couldn't stop though, tonight I had a purpose.
My pack follow strict beliefs. Wrongs are to be righted, and if they can't be; punished. Tonight was my punishment.
Humans see us differently to what we are. To them, we are cute - even cuddly. Tamed, we might even be that. But here, in the wild, we are exactly that. Wild. Tender, loving creatures don't do what my pack are about to.
To my kind, evolving is betrayal. Or in my case, a punishment. It destroyed my inside to know, that in hours, I wouldn't have a life anymore. I would, of course, be alive, but what is life without family? Without love? Without a reason to continue. My pack would soon abandon me. As soon as I evolved, I wasn't one of them anymore. I barely am know.
They hate me for what I did. So do I. To force another to do as I am about to, it is a terrible crime. Yet, as ironic as it seems, they are about to do the same to me. I must accept my fate. What's done is done.
The time is drawing near now. Soon, I will lose myself to the darkness, to the evil. My life, the happiness, it will all be gone. Past are the days where I run and play fight blissfully with my friends and siblings, when I didn't have to worry or care.
We are only minutes away from the place. As soon as the punishment has commenced, my pack will flee. They know, that the moment I change, I will become a threat. Ironic, once again, that they are only making more trouble for themselves. But it's the only thing they can do.
In our pack, your punishment is based upon your crime. I committed evil, so I am to become an evil. If I had killed, I would probably be killed. I have not sunk that low, yet. Once I change, I have no idea.
We have reached the place. They shoved me into the center of a clearing surrounded by boulders. In seconds, the moon will reach it's peak, and my punishment will begin.
I'm getting nervous now. I accept everything completely, but I fear what will happen to my mind. Will I truly become evil? Or will I stay the same inside.
…Am I already evil?
It's happening. The moonlight burns into my fur, and I shriek in pain. The agony is terrible. I collapse, staring blankly at my paws, too weak to stay standing.
They are turning black. My tail thins, my fur bristles. Yellow rings begin to glow upon my flanks and shoulders, as new strength flows into my limbs. I leap to my paws again, my call piercing the silence. Behind the rocks, my pack flee in newfound terror.
"Umbreeeeeeeee!"
Perhaps evil won't be so bad after all.