(Well, this is terrible)

The change is happening. I knew it would, but hoped I’d have more time. I stare at the claws where my nails once were, at my twisted fingers, at my jaundiced skin. I can’t bring myself to look at my reflection.

Waxing gibbous. I’m out of time. Blood thirst is building. It’s not like the movies. I will change on the night of the full moon, but there is no changing back. I’m done for. The options are become a beast and kill indiscriminately until I’m hunted, or call the hunters now.

My wife is asleep. I’ve made sure she will be taken care of in my absence. I’ve left a note on the table. She will be sad, but she will understand. She’s strong. Stronger than I. I’m not even strong enough to tell her. I kiss her forehead and walk outside.

The moon is big and bright. 3 days from full. I look at it for a while. Part of me is second guessing my decision. I open my phone and dial the number before I can decide not to. I call the hunters.