chapter 8: The attack

A/N: Ig you're under 18 or you don't like horror please do not I repeat DO NOT read this chapter. Simply ignore it as the gist will be repeated at a later chapter without any of the gory details.

A/N2: The background idea along with the description from a human to wolf for this chapter comes from Mishy-mo's story called 'Where changes come from a bite' if you like this chapter then you really need to check her story out, it's amazing.

It was his second full moon. He had broken free of his family's old cellar in the woods and was now half sitting, half lying on the cool grass trying to get used to this feeling. The feeling of changing to a wolf. His stomach lurching, his skin crawling. Staring at his hands he and watching his fingers grow longer and curl gruesomely, his nails lengthening. Feeling a strange warmth grow hotter and hotter and moving like fire through his veins. Crying out in pain only to hear it reach his ears as an anguished howl. His skull cracking in a sickeningly loud dull tone as it changed shape, growing longer and wider. Every bone in his body seemed to crack and grow. His skin crawling with the thick copper/black fur that sprouted across every inch.

His entire perspective was different. He'd never seen the stars shine so brightly. It was truly overwhelmingly beautiful. He sat up as a fresh flowery scent entered his field of notice. He could smell salty tears, feel love mixing with sorrow and anger. He drew closer seeking cover in the few woods between the bences in the park and himself and saw a girl. Long brown curls covered her face as she rocked slightly as she sat on a bench. He wanted to go to her and comfort her but also a hint of something in her scent made him want to attack her until there was nothing left.

The inner conflict between human and the beast stopped them from moving any closer or further away. But then there was suddenly another scent in the air. And two strong emotions.

Lust.

Fear.

Without a second thought the werewolf bounded silently through the thin woods. He paused momentarily as they stepped onto the edge of the trees. The girl had been wrestled to the ground by a man in dark clothing, a knife at her throat glinting in the moonlight. She was fighting and scratching him like a ferocious tiger. The man slapped her hard across the face. Her head landed on the side bouncing as it met the ground, her eyes glossy. Moments later as the man cut through her blouse leaving her bare her eyes moved and landed on him.

Anger raged in human and the wolf.

'She's mine'

their thoughts voiced unanimously for entirely different reasons. Bounding silently across the grass they reached her as their glowing eyes saw the man reach for the girls short skirt. The wolf growled loudly alerting the man to his presence causing him to raise the knife in defence. The blade pierced his left shoulder as the wolf pounced on him causing them both to roll away from the shocked and startled girl.

The fight between man and beast was short lived.

The man tried to break free of the wolf's strong hold by slashing him across the torso and shoulders but the beast was far stronger. It roared at every cut, completely ignoring the deep bloody lines in its fur. It used its deadly teeth to knock the blade from the attacker's hand. The man screamed. Claws ripped at his throat until the screams were silent, nothing more than pained gurgles. Bloodied claws dug into the now silent man's chest and dragged him to the undergrowth.

The beast ripped him open and feasted.

His eyes never saw again.

Coated in blood; the wolf returned to the grassy park. The human in him had lost any shred of control he may have and the girl was about to join the attacker in death.

She sat on the grass still clearly in shock.

The wolf moved quickly pouncing and pinning her to the ground before she even knew what was happening. It stood over her and growled, the scent of his awful bloody breath causing her to grimace.

Her scent however had rarely smelled sweeter to those newly formed senses.

The human was screaming inside. The wolf's growls were constant from the inner fight. They both watched as a bead of blood dripped from where the blade had broken her skin along her neck.

The human's resolve disappeared for the smallest of instances inside the wolf.

The beast's head lowered to her neck, his long teeth ready to finish the job but the human in him fought back just at the last moment and instead his long sandpaperish tongue darted out to absorb the crimson drop.

But all the human in the wolf could focus on was the taste of her skin that reminded him of sunlight and beaches. Taking full control for the first time he forced the wolf to let her live. The beast lifted its head to the heavens and roared louder than ever before bounding off into the darkness, hiding from shadow to shadow.

The bloodied werewolf ran away from the frightened girl leaving her behind. He ran for hours in circles in the woods around the small town unable to calm down and only headed to the suburbs moments before the sun made its appearance allowing the human inside the wolf to make all the decisions. As the first rays of sun hit the houses the wolf slipped underneath the barely open garage door just moments before the pain hit again and he beast left his shape shrinking until all signs of the wolf were gone and in his place remained a young man.

His father had returned moments ago and was now tying the knot on his track pants and looked shocked at what he saw.

His son was bloody, with deep gashes across his torso and his forearms. Blood was pooled around his mouth and wrists and palms making him look even more ferocious than he was in wolf form. In his right fist was clenched the remnants of what was a pair of lacy red panties that the attacker ripped off the girl and around his neck was wrapped a small white dog that had jumped on him and refused to leave.

"Tyler, what have you done?"