I’m running.

The trees towering above me blur into one. Dappled moonlight peaks through the them, only just lighting my way. Shadows are pooling at the bottom, creating icy, black lakes.

I must get out of here.

I need to feel the moonlight.

On my face, my hands, my arms.

I need to feel it.

Suddenly I burst out into a clearing. Tall grass sways in the wind, whispering secrets, looking like a ruff sea with its clasping and frothing waves. I step out into the middle and unbutton my shirt, taking in all the moons rays.

Nearly.

It’s nearly a full moon.

The cloud brushes away and I can full the moon pulling at me.

My heart races faster that humanly possible.

And I have turned. I have turned into a wolf.