it was an itch that woke me. i pulled my hand out from beneath the warm blanket and scratched my face.
i felt hair. odd, i thought. hadn’t i shaved today?
i started to tuck my hand away when i realized it was wet. increasingly puzzled, i turned on the bedside lamp and looked. the hand was covered with hair. and it was bloody too. the fingernails had became yellow and long.
i leaped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. i peered into a mirror.
a wolf looked back at me. i growled, revealing my fangs.
what i felt was a great need to get outside and start hunting.
im not even sure i shut the door.
i was that hungry.