Werewolf transformation description. POV – George Sands.
The pain is excruciating. There is no other way to describe it. Sometimes, when asked by Annie or Mitchell how it feels, even excruciating doesn't even begin to describe it. What happens to my body every month upon the full moon is so… paranormal that many would not believe it.
Who really knows what normal is anyway? I don't. Annie doesn't. And Mitchell is a 117-year-old vampire, so he definitely doesn't either.
When my body transforms, my internal organs shut down and reform. I go through liver and kidney failure and feel every nerve in my body scream out in pain.
Within me my heart stops and is transforming, shrinking to two thirds of its human size. All my other organs are decrease in size too.
The deafening screams, I scarcely believe are coming from my own mouth, are silenced as my throat and vocal chords tear and rip and reform into things capable of a haunting howl.
By now a gland in my brain should have flooded my body with endorphins to ease the pain, but this, too, has shut down and I experience every nerve ending as if each individual one contained an inferno.
My skin rips off my own body leaving behind course hair that covers every single inch of my figure. The pigment in the skin below have also darkened.
My teeth grow unbearably long, and viciously sharp. My teeth grow into fangs. I would enjoy unsedated root canal work more.
My finger and toenails grow into razor sharp claws and my hands and feet extend into gigantic paws.
My skull and face reform to create the Wolf's snout, while the spine grows and the vertebrate down my back push out. Causing a hunch-backed posture for the Wolf.
By this point my eyes have turned from their normal colour to an animalistic yellow. I have lost my human mind along with all memory, recognition, thought and empathy. If someone who I love got in the way of the Wolf, it would tear him or her limb from limb and devour them. And I would have to live with the burden on my conscious forever.
I undergo all these internal and external changes and at the end of it all The Curse repairs my body and leaves me naked in the middle of nowhere. Filthy, covered in blood, and usually next to the wolf's kill with no money and not a stitch of clothing on me.
I used to regret the night I took a stroll and was scratched by the Curse. But then a part of me believes in fate and destiny. It was the other man who was killed, who had his guts sprawled out on the floor next to us. Not me. So maybe it was my fate to meet Mitchell and for us to rent a house together. Fate to choose the house that we did and, because due to our… abnormalities we could see her, meet Annie. So I can't bring myself to regret that night, for consequently, I met the best friends anyone could ever have. And we live, being human.
