The day I became a werewolf

Ah yes, the day I died... Again. It was as very dark evening, when I saw a shadowy  figure creeping through the bushes. It looked like a K-9, but I didn't know what kind, being a 18 year old boy, I provoked it. It bit me and I didn't know how severe the bite was. So I went home and checked on it, as I checked on it I saw how truly severe it was, blood was gushing every where, but I felt nothing, no pain at all. Except for a curious burning sensation, I thought nothing of it. The next day my legs seemed a little bit hairier, but I just thought it was puberty kicking in. It was Sunday of the second week during the fort night, I felt hungry but not for anything usual, like a women sandwich. 

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