Johnwolf

WereJohn

"The Beatles yet again had another sold out concert last night. Those long-haired Liverpudlians seem to be very successful." Beamed out of the Telly.

John Lennon and his best mate, Paul McCartney rest on the couch. After a long and tiring session of song writing. Crumpled up pieces of paper lay all around thier feet. A notebook and pencils scatterd on the floor. It was passed 10 at night, lassed time they checked the clock. So really, they had no idea how late it was. But they dident care. For they were enjoying each others company. But in the back of John's mind, something was really bugging him.

"Paul", John muttered. He finally gained the courage to speak of this issue.

"What is it?" Said Paul.

"I, I've got something really important to tell you."

"What is it?" Inquired Paul again.

Before John could say another word, he gasped in pain.

"John! Are you okay!" Asked Paul.

John rolled off the couch and dubled over on the floor.

"Yes, I'm fine. This happens all the time" He said, through gritted teeth.

"You're clearly not fine." Said Paul, "I've never seen you like this before."

John gasped in pain again.

"There's a reason why you've never seen me like this" growled John, "I never wanted you to see me like this. I want to protect you from my problem, but there's no way I can."

"What do you mean? Protect me from what? I just want you to not be in pain anymore." Said Paul, as he nealed next to John.

"No! Get away from me! I don't want to hurt you." Yelled John.

"You will never hurt me. Whats wrong?" Asked Paul.

"Get away!" Growled John. He than pushed Paul away from himself. But he couldn't control it, and Paul hit the wall, hard.

Paul gasped. But he then blinked away the pain. And went near John, but he dident neal next to him this time.

John's clothes began to rip.

"I'm so sorry, See, this is why I need you away from me. I don't want to hurt you." Said John, "I have a....a secret. That I've been needing to tell you ever since we met."

"Please tell me John! Said Paul frantically, "I'm worried about you!"

John opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he groaned in pain.

"John! Tell me what's wrong!" Paul got worried more and more at every tick of the clock.

John began to breath heavily as his body began changing. Paul gasped at what John morphed into. John's clothes laid in a torn pile on the floor. John's body instead of covered in neat clothes, was reddish brown fur.

"Oh my God. John you're a you're a were-" Paul was interrupted by a wine coming from John's mouth.

John began to back away slowly and cowerd down like a lossed and scared puppy off the street. Paul nealed in front of John and hugged him. His hands felt his mates fur. It was so soft, as soft as a baby deer. Paul looked in his eyes, his brown eyes were slightly gleaming yellow. Paul just stayed silent. He was not ready to speak yet. John than stood on all fours and walked towards the door. He motioned towards Paul with his head, to open the door. Paul relised what he wanted, and opend the wooden black door. John then walked out onto the porch, looked back at Paul, then looked forward and howled at the full moon. And ran off into the night.

John knew he would have to come back soon enough. For the moonlight would turn into daylight. He also knew that Paul would have questions waiting for him. But he needed to take a stroll in the cold night, to get his mind off things.