^Not your typical werewolf story^
|| My horrified eyes remained wide as Quintons gaping mouth, twisted into a silent scream, grew canines sharp enough to tear through flesh. I felt the tears trace across the skin on my cheek as his jaw became unhinged and thick hair grew across his limbs, spreading to cover his shaking body.
Alone and weak, my eyes swung back to the monster who was now sat on its hunches watching me. My breaths came out in short gasps as I looked into its eyes.
There was no mistaking it.
This thing was Quinton.
I looked at him in horror, aware of my vision wavering and the ringing in my ears. I could feel myself losing the battle, it was too much for my body to handle.
"How could I ever love a beast?" ||