The First Full Moon
(First attack of the story. Please rate and review. Disclaimers are in summary and chapter 1.)
Elizabeth's POV
It was five o'clock and I sat in my bed reading Stephen King's Cycle of The Werewolf. Chumley and Jaden were snoring away, and Syrus was doing the homework that Crowler had given him. The sun began to set, and Moon pulled on my pant's leg. "I'll be back in a little while, Sy," I said, taking off my red blazer. "Where are you going?" he asked. "Just for a walk." I turned to Moon. "Stay here Moon," I said. Moon obeyed.
It was cool out, and as the sky grew darker I quickened my pace. The change was coming; I could feel it. My eyes had already turned gold. I walked into a clearing as the full moon began to rise. I paced like a lunatic. I stopped abruptly and fell to my knees as a great pain washed over my body. I can't cry out. If I do someone will come to help, and my secret will be discovered. Even worse I might hurt someone. My fingers lengthened, and my chest was expanding, causing my shirt to rip. My feet shortened and I grew taller. My ears shifted to the top of my head and turned triangular. My face extended and my teeth turned into fangs. A lengthy tail formed and a thick layer of grey fur covered my body. I blacked out.
Syrus's POV
I sat up as a piercing howl filled the air. It chilled me to the bone. It sounded so much like human words that I automatically became worried about Elizabeth. I looked over the side of my bunk and saw that Elizabeth still wasn't back. I tried to wake Jaden and Chumley but it was no use. I decided to look for Elizabeth myself. I had just reached for my blazer when another snarling howl filled the air. I froze in my tracks. I knew it was cowardly, but I crawled right back in my bed and hid under the covers.
Regular POV deep in the forest
The forest was still, as if everything had disappeared. A black bear made its way to a clearing in the forest on its way to the river. Something rustled in the bushes, startling it. The bushes parted and out walked a huge wolf; a wolf that was walking on two legs. The wolf growled and the bear growled back. The wolf rushed toward the bear, and the wolf's front paw got a good scratch. The bear roared as fangs dug into the back of its neck. The wolf's arm-like front paw reached around and slashed the bear's throat. The bear fell, its last cry a bloody gurgle. The wolf howled in triumph and began to feed.