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The forest blurring past. The crunching of the leaves as I run ever fast. My feet hitting, my head spinning it's bright and full, the moon. I can feel it happening,the pain. Soon. I'm going to shift. My feet begin to rise. They change not only in size. My paws touch down. I stop to listen. My mouth drips, my eyes glisten. Somethings coming. Again I start to run. Faster than a bullet leaving a gun. I begin to hunt. I dont stop as I tear limb from limb. Ive committed yet another sin. A rabbit? A fox? Another wolf. Murder. Its not something I meant to do. If you were a wolf, you'd do it too.
The Werewolf
