Wild Point

Rosanna looked at herself in the mirror. Her usually thin arms were now lined with thick muscles, whereas so were her legs.

Her brown hair was now a golden brown and her bright blue eyes were slitted like a cats.

Her stomach had two lines, indicating her abs. She brought her fingers up to her face, they were thicker and her nails were almost pointed.

She opened her mouth and saw the pointy canines at the top of her mouth a bit longer and sharper.

She couldn't believe it. She thought it was a myth. She thought it was just a legend.

She was a werecat.