He tilted his head back and watched the shreds of clothes blow on the ground. Out of the corner of his eye he saw he saw a light turn on behind some curtains; Stan did not want to be spotted so he ran forward, his new powerful legs carried him further and faster than ever before. He lowered himself down and used his forepaws to help him run faster.
The wind blew through his fur; he changed direction and bolted down a side lane, after a few moments he reached his destination. Starks Pond. This place would usually be packed with lovers and ice-skaters but at this time it was deserted. It was ironic how a place that is filled with happiness and love now harboured a monster.
He stood up on his hind legs and walked over to the pond. The crescent moon shone on the lake giving him enough light to see the new him.
Instead of seeing Stan Marsh looking back at him, a new hybrid wolf and man covered in black fur stared back at him. Stan Marsh was no longer present; something new had taken his place. The wild beast within was released and controlled the new body while the part of Stan that was still left watched, powerless against the beast; which was free to do whatever it wanted and right now he was hungry…