He waited for the night to fall and when it did, he was sad. The full moon wasn't there. It had begun to wane. Not that he couldn't run. Days passed. He didn't go out till there was New Moon. One of the times when it worked. He went out. Went into the middle of the forest. And deeper, where his pack normally rested. He let his breath out and calmed down. He closed his eyes. With that came the tingly feeling.
His arms and legs grew short and stronger. His jacket turned into fur. His eyes became wolf-like. Sharp grey turning into piercing blue eyes. α symbol tattooed on his collar bone. He ran. Catching the scent of his wolf pack. He went even more deeper. He slowed down sensing danger from his own pack. He crept quietly. He saw his rival wolf marking the territory. He hated that guy. He was the one who made him do it. He went around the territory and before the wolf came, he went in. He saw Lupa.
His mom.
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Pierce
WerewolfWhy is all this happening with only him? Why so much ruins in his life already?
