Eye of the wolf..

Untitled Part 2

He awoke to the sounds of scratching and picking. He held his head as it rang like crazy. He looked around to search for the source of the noise which he did. A spider was stitching up a fly that had flown into its web.

He closed his eyes as he thought about how and why he would be hearing a spider's noise from his sleep. He turned off the bed as he prepared to go out into town to get some supplies.

His steps slowed down as he neared the market and the amount of people there surprised him. The market day was not until two days to come.

What is going on today?' He asked as he moved closer to a trader who looked at him like he had just said something out of the ordinary.

Sorry, do you not live around here?' the man asked as he looked at him like he had just fallen out of the sky. 'Because if you do, you would know that today is the market day."

Sorry, did you just say today is the market day? He asked flabbergasted.

Yeah, I just did. And as you can see, I have people to attend to so if you are not buying anything, you can take your leave.'

He moved like a zombie through the people as he made to get his supplies as he continuously thought about how and why he slept for two days—two complete days.

He got home a few hours later than he usually did, and he slammed the door shut behind him as he threw his groceries on the table and made his way to the bathroom. He needed to take a shower.

He was woken up the following morning by heat. He felt hot.... Like, hot.

He made his way out of the house and stepped out of the door as the frail harmattan wind blew in his face. He squeezed his face as he noticed some people moving around in blown cotton sweaters to keep out cold which he was not feeling on any level. If this was not strange, what is? Something is happening, something bad......

In the days that followed, his body reacted in crazy ways as it has never done before. He could be walking in the woods and hear constant oscillations; like heartbeats. He could look up in the middle of the day and see the faint twinkle of a distant star. He could move a little bit faster and his stamina had increased exponentially.

Two days later, his problems increased a hundred-fold. His body fought against him and he could feel his bones--- like they had a mind of their own. Throughout the day, they moved of their own accord but at night.... It was something else.

His sleep was haunted. He had visions of things he had never seen before. And just before he woke, the last things he saw were glowing eyes, deep, red glowing eyes and the voices telling him things in languages he failed to understand, telling him things like he was supposed to know, like it was urgent.

Two days to the full moon." He thought to himself as he looked upwards at the night sky. His body shook as he feared going to sleep just in case the dreams came back. They had been increasing in power and frequency as the days progressed. He had even started to fear the voices, the voices in his head as he heard a faint echo in his head.

He awoke on the faithful night with his whole body in pain. He screamed as his body moved against his will. He shouted as his arms moved in an unnatural angle and his spine curved and arched against him. He could feel changes happening to him. From the corner of his eye, he could see fur growing on his arms. He raised his arms in horror as he looked at it and another spasm of pain gripped him and ripped through his consciousness.

He moved through the pain to the mirror in the bathroom to see what the hell was happening to him.

He froze in horror, momentarily forgetting about the pain running rampart through him. The reflection looking back at him was not his.

This reflection had dark golden pupils instead of his normal brown ones and a lot of other differences like the pair of fangs dangling from his upper jaw and the fur growing on his face.

Another spasm broke through him as he fell and lost consciousness, his last memory being him bounding through the doorway on four legs.