Ruff Night

In all honesty, you've had enough of magic at this point, all it's done is give you grief, and you don't want to go messing with a witch and end up in worse condition, like a toad or something. Getting turned into a werewolf the old fashion way seems like the most reliable way to get around this. You growl and bite at the air, trying to get the message across that you would like to try the biting method.

"Hey, no need for... oh wait, your trying to say to try turning you?" asks Cameron, to which you nod. "Okay, but we should probably go back to your room first. This can be... disorienting, you'll probably be out of it for a few days at least." His tone makes you a bit nervous, but regardless you decide to go through with it.

***

"You ready?" Asks the Alpha as he prepares to bite you. Cameron had asked him for permission to go through with the turning, to which the Alpha insisted he do it. Your seated on your bedroll, nerviously waiting for the Alpha to make his move. You nod to his question and brace yourself. You hope this won't be too painful, if any movie had shown, this part usually was pretty gruesome. You close your eyes and tense.

"Okay, done." comes the Alpha's voice. You open your eyes, and look about for the bite mark, confused when you can't find it. "You look confused." says the Alpha, "Were you expecting something painful? I just bite the scruff of your neck, seemed the best place all things considered." Come to think of it, you doo feel a slight pressure there. "The bite doesn't need to be fatal or overly injuring, just as long as it gets into your blood. Besides, you're going to be in enough pain as it is."

What was he talking about, you feel fine, all this time you though it was going to be some horiffic.... OH MY %&$*%^!"

Suddenly you keel over as a burning sensation hits you like a tone of bricks, your body suddenly convulsing as it feels like it's turning inside out. Your not sure if your screaming or whining or anything, as your mind suddenly goes black as it shuts down from the shock to your system...

Your head swims with blurred images, nothing you can really focus on. Every so often you conciousness rises to the surface momentarily, finding yourself still in bed, writhing in pain. You glimpse Cameron waiting patiently, apparently applying a cold compress before you lapse out into unconciousness again. You don't know how long it has been, time seems to flow disjointedly, to where you don't know if it's been minutes or years.

Finally, things start to feel a little clearer the haze in your mind lifts, and you begin dreaming, seeing wild woods and moonlight, raw scents about you and wild wolves by your side. You hunt, you eat, you sing. Even now you can't tell how long you have been like this, but it feels like a life time, caught up in wild instincts and the natural way. It is only when you begin waking that everything begins to drop away and you remember where you were. Slowly you open your eyes to find...

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