Chapter 2 The Transformation

The change came in a rush. My Bones popped and realigned. My spine arched, forcing me onto all fours. My nails got long into sharp claws, and dark fur began to sprout from my skin.

My screams turned into deep howls as my jaw extended and fangs burst. My senses exploded into hyper-awareness. I could hear the buzzing of insects outside and smell the scent of wild animals deep in the forest.

When everything was over, I stood on four legs, a fully transformed werewolf. Panic surged through me. What had just happened to me?

Was I dreaming?

But this-this incredible strength, this connection to the earth, this hunger-it was real.

I was trying to understand what was going on but I couldn't explain to myself, I burst through the back door and into the night. The forest welcomed me like an old friend. Trees became blurs as I raced through the undergrowth, leaves whipping past my fur. The wind howled in peace with me, and for the first time in my life, I felt free.

The forest was alive with movement. Night creatures stirred in their burrows, owls hooted from the treetops, and somewhere in the distance, a fox scurried away from my pounding steps. I stumbled upon something in the dark shadows, with a voice saying "You're not who you think you're, I was scared and got to find no one there.

Decided to stroll in the woods since it felt comforting trying to forget the creepy voice. My senses had never been so acute-I could hear a rabbit's heartbeat and smell the moss on tree bark. But there was something else, something unnatural.

Another presence.

I slowed my pace, my ears twitching. The wind carried a scent that made my fur bristle-wolf, but not like me. Stronger. Older. Male. I growled instinctively.

Then came the voice, not spoken aloud but delivered directly into my mind: "You're awake. Finally."

I froze. Who-what-was speaking to me? My golden eyes darted around the dark clearing.

"Come to the river bend," the voice commanded. "There are answers waiting for you."

Driven by a mix of fear and curiosity, I followed the instructions the voice had sent into my mind. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting elongated shadows that danced eerily along the path. As I neared the river bend, I caught sight of a tall, imposing shape cloaked in fur and shadow.

The wolf stood upright, part man and part beast, with eyes the color of molten silver. His fur was black as the void and shimmered under the moonlight. I was so scared because this is the first time seeing this, but couldn't show it.

"You're new," he said aloud this time. "I've been waiting."

I growled and crouched low, ready to strike. The figure raised his hand slowly. "Peace. You don't know what you are yet, but you will."

"What am I?" I asked, my voice distorted through my wolfish throat.

"You're one of us. A child of the moon."

With a wave of his hand, he gestured toward the moon, reflecting on the river bend. I saw myself-not just my wolf form but my human form overlaid within. I saw flashes of memories I couldn't recall-running under starlight as a child.

A woman screaming in the woods, eyes watching from the shadows.

I collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed. "I don't understand. This can't be real."

"It's real," the stranger said. "And you've only just begun to awaken."

Before I could respond, the figure vanished into the mist like a whisper. I was left alone by the river, I shifted back into my human form, shivering and confused.

The moon's light no longer felt comforting-it was a spotlight on my secrets.

As I staggered home, the message etched into my mind: You're one of us.

The next morning, I woke in her bed, naked and sore. My sheets were damp with sweat, and the aches in my muscles felt like I had run a marathon.

My memories of the previous night felt like a fever dream, or will I call it malaria, But the scent of moss and pine clung to my skin, and my nails were chipped and dirty from clawing through the woods.

There was no denying it. It had happened.

I walked towards the mirror, my eyes still gleamed faintly gold, and I saw something wild beneath the surface. I had to talk to someone-someone who could understand this.

By sheer instinct, my feet carried her back to the forest. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, and I know for one thing that I can't go back to school without knowing what it is, not to endanger anyone's life..

something guided me-like a thread connecting me to something ancient.

I stumbled upon them in a clearing, cloaked in the scent of wolves. I was startled at first, A group of five individuals stood in a semi-circle, all of them watching me with quiet intensity. At their center was a man with close-cropped dark hair, golden eyes, and a powerful aura that demanded attention.

"Welcome," he said. "I'm Mark."

I didn't speak. I simply stared, my heart pounding so fast that I couldn't control it.

A woman with silver hair stepped forward. Her posture was graceful, confident. "You felt the Call, didn't you? It means the bloodline in you has awakened."

"I didn't ask for this," I whispered.

"None of us did," Mark said. "But now it's yours to bear. You have to learn to control it. Or it will control you."

For the next several hours, the pack showed me the basics-how to listen with my instincts, how to read scents and sense vibrations in the earth, which I enjoyed the most. It was very interesting that I almost thought I was in a movie.

They spoke of the history of their kind, of ancient bloodlines and alliances, how they fought and led their packs, everything they are saying is quite amazing. They told me about the Rogue-those who had abandoned the rules of the pack and given into savagery.

I listened attentively, absorbing each and every word.

Mark studied me closely. "You have strength in you. I can see it. But also fear. That can be dangerous."