The Wolfsbane

Chapter 1 - The Transformation

The fullness of the moon burst through the clouds with a blazing cruelty. The bright pearly whiteness of the moons rays broke through the tops of the trees, casting a ghostly glow across the forest floor. The shadows of branches danced along the ground, projected by the moons intense beauty. God how I hated that damn moon.

I stood in the shadow of a large oak tree. The gentle creak of the branches in the ever light wind calmed my racing heart. I watched the forest floor intently, watched as the light of the moon slowly crept to where I was standing. Inch by inch the light crept forward, gliding over the wisps of grass and scattered twigs without a sound. I backed up slowly, feeling my back bump up against the rough bark of the oak. A soft voice echoed in my head, 'Don't fight it. This is who you are. Embrace it, be empowered by it. Own it'.

I took a deep breath, feeling the iciness of the night air claw at my throat. I clentched my jaw tightly, trying to stop my teeth from grinding. I counted to three in my head before walking forth into the ghostly embrace of the moon.

A slight warmth tickled and crawled up my skin as I stood in the moons rays. I tilted my head toward the sky and closed my eyes. Breathing deeply I waited. It felt as if an eternity had passed, nothing happened. I slowly opened one eye to peek at the moon. And that was it. My other eye flew open, I began to shudder violently. I tried to tear my eyes away from the moon. It was impossible. It felt as though they were turning to molten gold. I screamed loudly as I fell to my knees, managing to peel my eyes away from the cruel jape of the moons shadows.

I grabbed my head, cradling it in my hands. I tried to rise but was forced back down with a sickening crack. My back arched upwards as my clothes ripped, I felt my knees and hips dislocate and re arrange as my legs grew longer. Tears of blood streamed down my face, grouping at the tip of my chin and dripping off, making a small puddle on the floor. I held my my hands in front of me as long claws sprouted from the ends of my now sausage thick fingers. Blood oozed as one by one my nails ripped backwards.

Course brown hair sprouted all over my hands and upper arms. I tried to scream once more but was gagged half way through. Teeth began to fall out as fangs punched through my gums like a hot knife through butter. I looked down at my chest were my breasts used to be and saw they were replaced with flat muscle, covered in thick brown fur. A deep ache spread through my face replaced quickly by a terrible growing pain. I watched as my nose distorted and was replaced by a snout. I could feel the muscle, skin and bonea stitching together with a sickening ache. I fell down again as a blood curdling sensation ripped through my head. I could feel my ears stretching and twisting as they grew steadily. High pitched sounds blasted through my head vibrating my skull so badly I feared it could shatter.

It settled quickly and I was left panting on the floor of the forest. I waited. For what felt like a year, for my heart to settle and my breathing to return to normal. The deep richness of earth filled my nostrils.

...I had transformed.