Moonlit
Chapter 1
I hated this day. Every 29 days, this horrible one happened, and it caused so much hurt, at least in my life. It still does cause a lot of pain, but I'm definitely getting better at… at managing it. It's still difficult, but that's how life is when you're like me. I always have to plan my life around that one day and night. It's hell. And all because of that damned man who scratched my arm.
Now I'm… plagued, by this… affliction. It was a scratch, nothing more. But now, every month, under the full moon, I become, well, a wolf. That was, and still is, my woe. The sagittal force in my life, cutting into everything, as an arrow cuts through a target. This, lycanthropy, controlled me. Everything in my life was ruled by this.
It wasn't always that bad, up until a few days before the full moon. Then, it got very difficult. My senses were heightened, even more than usually. My condition always causes me to have heightened senses, and strength, compared to humans. But close to the full moon, my senses were even stronger; I tasted more, saw more, smelt more, heard more, and even felt more. Not to mention, near the full moon, I got stronger, even compared to my normal state of strength, which is stronger, by far, of the strength of most humans. And the wolf, the thing I became, was always under the surface, and when the full moon was near, it reached closer. It made me act differently, feel differently, it even made me want to eat differently. I'd start acting more hostile, I'd start feeling weird, and I would even crave raw, bloody meat.
This was all passing through my mind on that day. As I was running towards the forest, I was thinking about how much the wolf had made me have to change my life.
I reached the place I usually turned. It was as deep into the forest as I could get, without reaching a point where I was too close to the other side. I took my backpack off my shoulder. It had all of the necessities in it, a spare set of clothes, a pocket knife just in case, a water bottle, and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, in case I didn't eat as the wolf. Then I took the raw piece of meat I had hanging on a rope off my other shoulder, and found a tree to hang it in. I climbed up the tree and tied the meat to a branch, hoping the wolf wouldn't be able to climb it as quickly as I could. Then he would start wandering around, and possibly do some damage.
I climbed back down the tree, and I could already feel myself changing. I took my shoes off quickly, and put them in the backpack. I saw that my feet were expanding, the bone structure changing. I felt pain as my whole skeleton began rearranging, and I fell onto all fours. I felt my shoulder blades pressing against my skin, and I thought they were going rip through. I started screaming, and I was glad that I hadn't smelled anyone else in the forest. I felt my face, the only part of me that still resembled a human, begin to change. As the rest of my body began to gain the fur of a wolf, my face began to elongate. My vision started changing as my eyes moved, and I felt my new canines growing, pressing against my lips. My screams got lower, more canine sounding, until, finally, I began to growl.
That was when everything started getting a little blurry. As the wolf began to fully take over, and I lost full control of my body and my mind, nothing ever stayed in my memory, all of it belonging to the wolf. The last thing I remember, as my body was becoming completely lupine, was the brightness of the moon as the wolf looked up at it, howling.