The night is drawing in. The sky transforms from a soft colbalt blue to a deep shade of black. Against the velvet backdrop stars wake and wink down on those below.
I sit still beneath the large branches of the old chestnut tree, and wait. I knew what is coming. I could feel its presence. I wasn't afraid, yet, there is a dread that lurks in the pit of my stomach. To run will make no difference, it would still find me, and so, I remain still.
There! I see it. Now it begins. My body tears apart with pain as it fights to change and transform into what I must be. I lift my head and eyes towards my destiny and howled my greeting to the moon. For this night, I am Werewolf