Turned

Prologue

My breathing gets heavier as I run deeper into the woods. I stumble here and there, my bones start hurting, and my legs are screaming, begging me to stop. But I know I have to keep going before it's too late.

I glance up at the night sky, it's starless, the only light coming from the full moon. A growl mixed with a whimper of pain erupts from my burning throat. I know that my eyes are probably crimson from my thirst. As I continue to bury myself in the sea of trees I know that my face is already taking its form.

I feel the veins under my eyes come out and grow/spread along with my four fangs, and my eyes change from crimson to the dangerous yellow they always do during full moon.

When I feel like I'm far enough from any living soul I drop to the dirt ground, clutching my head in pure agony. I quickly slide out of my clothes so they don't rip during the change. My hair clings to my sweaty face and my claws come out next.

I dig them into the ground, my breathing turning ragged, breathless. I cry, scream, howl, and curse at the top of my lungs to distract me from the unbearable pain of having every bone in my body break to take on the form of the wolf. After five more minutes of utter hell, I give one last howl of pain and it stops.

The last thing I remember doing is looking up at the glowing white intensity of the moon at its peak, howling to it as if in greeting, and running at full wolf, combined with vampire, speed back the way I came...

back to town.