Zach stumbled through his bedroom, clutching his stomach in pain as the transformation begun. “AAGGHHH, why does it still hurt?” he thought to himself, hair sprouting out of his fingernails and a long tail forming near his rear. The teenager was just lucky that his family wasn’t here tonight, explaining this situation to them would be more than difficult.
He lay on the bed, his eyes clenched in pain, as strong muscles formed on his usually pudgy chest and his face extended into a long wolfish snout. And then it was over, almost as soon as it had begun.
“Least that part’s over” Zach said, getting up and admiring his werewolf body “now it gets interesting.”
You see, Zach had discovered a certain…taste for human flesh since becoming a werewolf, and while most people would dismiss it and learn to control their tendencies Zach had instead decided to embrace this new side of his personality. “It’s just nature after all” he’d told himself “and a growing werewolf’s gotta eat.”
And tonight was the perfect night for a hunt since his family was gone, nobody would suspect him when his unfortunate victim disappeared. “Time to go” Zach thought and crawled out of his bedroom window, breaking into a bounding run when he hit the ground.
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