Werewolf time

As you stop running and catch your breath against a wall, you glance at your hand, only to see brown fur sprouting out of it and thick black claws protruding from your finger tips. A sharp pain shoots down your spine as a tail begins to form, your feet enlongate in a series of cracks and pops. You look up as tue transformation reaches your face, a pained tear trickles down your growing neck and forming muzzle. A few more cracks and your face is that of a large wolfs. You look around, vision enhanced, and see that no one saw this transformation. You flee the scene.

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