The Werewolf

Chapter 5: The Wolf is Me

Very much like the nightmares Jackson had been having, one by one his bones began to break. There were several loud deafening cracks that could be heard for miles. He let out a scream of agony pierce the night.

Jackson was lying face first in the grass, looking like a broken rag doll. The whole process only took about fifteen minutes, but to Jackson it seemed like hours. Finally it stopped, and he laid completely still.

Suddenly, a spasm went through his entire body causing him to jump. He opened his eyes and looked around. He was still on his stomach, but to the side of him he could see that his left arm was beginning to grow black fur. As a reflex, he tried to move and only screamed out as he tried to move his broken body.

Not long after, soon Jackson could feel fur growing everywhere. The fur was covering his arms, face, and legs. He could feel his teeth getting sharper and longer. His nails were growing too, and they were starting to look like claws.

Almost as if his mouth realized that it couldn’t fit all of these teeth, his face began to become elongated. He shook his head, back and forth trying to get rid of the pain. It felt like a thousand needles were stabbing him all over the face and lips.

With one last final scream, Jackson had shed his humanity and in his place stood a large black wolf. Just like in his dreams, Jackson lifted his head up to the moon and howled.

“What the eff just happened?”  He asked aloud, but no noise came out. Instead he heard a deep rumble that resembled a growl.

“Dude! Isn’t this freaking awesome!?” Came a voice that sounded very much like Carson in his head. Jackson whirled around, trying to find his friend and instead found a large blonde wolf with green eyes staring back at him.

“Carson?” Jackson tried to ask. But again, all that came out was a low rumble.

“You’re a wolf now. You do realize that, right? If you try to talk as if you are a human, it will come out as nothing but a growl. We are part of a pack now, and therefore we are all connected. It’s actually way cool.”

“So you can hear me?” Jackson asked, in his mind.

“Totally!” Carson said, wagging his tail, excitedly. Jackson buried his face in his paws.

“What is going on?”

“C’mon, dude. And people say you’re the smart one?” He scoffed. “I thought the answer would’ve been pretty obvious. You’re a werewolf.” Jackson jumped up, his eyes wide.

“Those weren’t regular werewolves were they?”

“Nope!” Carson said, almost cheerfully, his tail still thumping against the ground.

“And you knew?” Jackson roared, his hackles rising.

“I wanted to tell you. Really I did. But I was placed under a gag order.” 

“You left me to do this alone!”  Jackson said, his anger rising. He had never felt this mad before. He had never felt this type of rage before. “So then what happened after you were bitten? You ran out on me and left me to die!” Jackson said, pacing circles around his friend.

“I didn’t have a choice, Jackson!” Carson roared.

“And then you have the audacity to come back and act as if nothing had happened? How could you?” Jackson yelled, pouncing on his friend and pinning him to the ground.

At that moment, Jackson was stronger and faster than Carson. The newborn werewolves were filled with so much adrenaline that it caused their bodies to freak out and try to adjust by making everything go into over drive. Jackson had never felt more alive.