Chapter 2: The Monster

It had to be around six at night. The sun was almost hidden behind the mountains in the distance. I would have run home but I could hear three or four individuals following me. I took my time walking to the abandoned mess I called home. The sky darkened little by little as the men following me laughed loudly to try and scare me.

The sun was completely gone now and the full moon slowly illuminated the streets.

I turned into an alley and walked towards the dead end then stopped, I felt the people following stop with me. I turned and faced the four men who laughed at me. I looked them over, there were young with the oldest barely out of his teens. The one in front took a drink from something he had in a brown paper bag and threw it to the ground, it broke on impact.

"Your wallet, asshole!" He said pulling out a small knife.

The others laughed as they pulled out similar weapons. They moved to block me from trying to run passed them to the only exit, not that I was planning anything of the sort.

"Fuck you," I sneered and let a smile form on my face.

They stared then laughed again. The first male ran at me only to have my foot find its way against his face. The second and third surrounded me, the man in front of me swung his knife in my direction, only to have me move aside then elbow his midsection then dislocate his arm which caused him to drop the knife.

The man behind him yelled something but I quickly rammed him to the wall, he dropped the blunt weapon he was holding then fell to his knees. I was about to kick him when the fourth guy took hold of me. I heard him coming but I decided not to do anything about it since he was the only one that had common sense to try and subdue instead of attack me.

I could have broken free at any time but I gave the man the satisfaction that he had stopped me. The others slowly got up and searched for their various weapons. The first man walked up to me and held his knife to my throat.

I welcomed death, I would accept it if it meant silencing the wolf in me. But death was always too chicken shit to dance with a real monster.

The night must have been a cool 75 digress but I felt hot, burning even. I looked up and saw a piece of the full moon. It's gorgeous white glow taunting me, almost if to say "there you are!"

The first man backed away when he saw me change; it happened quickly, I never fought it anymore since it was just a waste of energy. I slammed my shifting head backwards and hit the man holding me, forcing him to let me go. I flipped backwards; making sure my foot hit the nearest light so it would be dark enough for me to scare them a little more. My hands and feet were now different. They were no longer limbs like those of humans but longer and crooked like that of a dog, large white claws extended on the end of each finger and toe. My body was now covered in blue fur, with a large white patch on my chest area. My face was the last thing to change; a muzzle now blocked part of my bottom peripheral vision.

The night didn't seem that dark anymore with my werewolf eyes. I walked on all fours as I left the shadows so the four men can look at me.

They all gasped and cried out when they saw me, the man in the front bumped into his companions as he couldn't walk backwards fast enough. I took my time forcing them back to the wall of the alley.

"Kill, kill, KILL!" Nagged a voice inside of my head. The voice sounded angry, it wanted to kill, and it needed to kill.

"Good doggy!" The man in the back whimpered as he couldn't force his back to go any further against the wall.

I frowned as I felt the overpowering wolf instincts taking over. "I hate being called Doggy..." I snarled in the dark and disturbing voice that belonged to the wolf.

I was actually drooling as the wolf in me decided that human meat was on the menu tonight. The wolf, which I had suppressed for so long, forced the last of my consciousness aside. The last thing I remember was one of the men screaming as I jumped towards them.

I woke up the following night inside of my house. I rolled over and fell off the top shelves in my kitchen; I broke my arm as I hit the bottom cabinets on my way to the floor.

"FUCK!" I yelled as I rolled on the floor holding my broken arm with my good one.

I stood up slowly and leaned on the countertop as I felt bone shifting and eventually repair itself. I rotated my repaired arm in circular motion, testing to see if it worked like it should. It was sore but it would be okay.

I examined my arm carefully; there wasn't any damage or scratches on it. Flashbacks of me biting into a man's arm came back to me as I tried remembering what happened last night. Then I noticed my chest, hands and waist splashed with blood, and none of it was mine.

I looked out of the bedroom window towards my neighbor's house. They were currently out somewhere.

"Time for a shower." I whispered to myself.

I made my way to their front door and counted the decorative rocks that sat on the lawn. I picked up the fourth nearest the door and turned it over then took out the small box attached to it. It had a key inside.

I stood on the all familiar shower. The water fell off me as I stood there motionless. An image of me biting into a man's ribcage came to me.

I threw up when I remembered the taste of the man's, still beating, heart. "My God..." I whispered as the drain slowly cleared the mess, "what have I..."

"Why is the shower on?" A man asked from downstairs.

I left the shower and quickly gathered my stuff and opened the nearest second story bedroom window and jumped out. I changed to werewolf form right before I hit the ground. I ran behind my dark house as I heard the man question why the shower was on with nobody in it.

I put my tattered clothes back on and snuck in through the opening where a window should be, that led into my house.

I smiled as I heard my neighbors arguing over the events that just happened. I let my smile drop when I realized that I was still in werewolf form. My broken mirror helped look at the monster I was.

I must have stood a good six feet. Standing on the tip of my wolf feet came natural to me. I realized that the more I examined myself, the more I didn't recognize the beast staring at me. I placed a hand on the mirror and caressed it as I stared at the light blue eyes staring back at me. I was in full control of myself this time, maybe because I wasn't under a full moon or maybe because I ate. Regardless, I enjoyed the fact that I didn't have a nagging voice in my head whispering for me to hurt someone.

I woke to a sound at my bedroom door. I looked and a figure stood there. It was a woman; her features were hidden from my human eyes. I was able to make enough out for it to be a woman. Her curvy body stood motionless by the door. That's when I noticed her tail waving playfully behind her.

"Felicia?" I said curiously.

"Found you, Jon..." She replied in a voice that sounded more like a whisper that needed to travel miles to reach me.

"What are you doing here?" I replied starting to stand up from the pile of clothing and blankets I called a bed but was forced back down by Felicia with a large cat paw, I didn't even see her move.

"I want you, Jon..." She continued.

I lay back down and she positioned herself on top of me, I could feel her tail and hair dangling by my feet.

I didn't question it; I let her kiss me as I rolled her under me.

"No..." She started pushing me back softly, "change."

I frowned and noticed that I was now in my wolf form. I stared at Felicia who held her large cat paw by my chest. She caressed my fur playfully, I liked the way it felt, I liked her touching me; I needed her to be touching me. I kissed her with my muzzle and she wrapped her arms around me.

"I'm ready," she whispered to the wolf ear on top of my head and lay back down, waiting for me.

I smiled and positioned myself when I heard a noise.

I awoke to the sound of someone knocking on my door. It took me a minute to notice the red and blue lights flashing in the background.

"I knew it was too good to be true..." I told myself.

The knocking at the door was followed by a voice, "open the door, it's the police!"

I stood up and smiled when I noticed "Little Jon," then looked out of the window to see four police cars parked outside.

"Bloody hell," I let out.