Sunday, May 25, 2014
I could feel my bones snapping and healing, growing bigger and stronger, my skull changing shape. A series of sickening cracks echoed through the forest. I let out a scream of agony. My eyes burned. The transition, obviously, was taking place. Growling at the full moon, I felt my claws emerge from what used to be my hands. Thick hairs sprouted from my face and the rest of my body, pushing their way through my skin. The werewolf transition was complete. I was a killer of the night, and my prey, ready or not, would have to deal with it.