"Beneath the Full Moon: A Reader's Transformation into the Wild Beasts of the Night"

It's late in the evening, the moon is at its peak, full and captivating. You find yourself irresistibly entranced by its silvery glow. An eerie feeling prickles up your spine, but you attribute it to the cool night's chill. Your heart begins to pound in your chest like a relentless drum. The feeling is overwhelming, as if a hidden, dormant beast within is clawing its way out. "One more look," you say, eyeing the full moon one last time. But as your eyes latch onto the serene lunar glow, your body starts to convulse. A throbbing pain surges through your veins, reaching every cell of your body. Before you can figure out what's happening, your skin prickles and itches. You are growing; not just taller, but broader, stronger. Your clothes barely holding together as your muscles expand. "You're...changing," you whisper with disbelief. Bellowing in pain, you grimace as your knuckles twist and reform, forcing you onto all fours. Rippling waves of agony sweep across you as a thick layer of fur sprouts from your skin. Your face elongates, morphing into a snout, teeth aching as they sharpen into fangs. Your nose tingles, changing as it becomes black and damp. Your vision wavers for a moment before snapping into an incredible sharpness, your sight augmented as your human eyes morph into that of a wolf’s. Your mind is swirling, thoughts of your past life begin to dull as the beast's instincts and senses take the podium. Your human logic is drowned in the surge of feral desire, your thoughts more primal. You question your reality, wondering if you're dreaming. "This can't be happening," you think. But even as your human world fades away, you can feel yourself being drawn into the heart of the wild. But before you give into the primitive urges, the rooster crows, and the night is suddenly over. The moon's pull on you weakens, and you feel yourself reverting. Your snout retreats back into a human face, your fur recedes, and you shrink back to your original size. The feral beast in your mind quiets, giving way once again to familiar human thoughts. Weakened and disoriented, you stare at your trembling human hands wondering what just happened. Your clothes are torn, your body aches, and your mind is swirling with fragmented memories of the previous night. The dawning realization that you have become a werewolf hits you hard. Your life can never be the same, and each full moon’s night will bring forward your werewolf self. You understand now that you're a slave to the moon's phases, your life forever intertwined with the lunar cycle. "It's a curse," you tell yourself, realizing the gravity of your new existence. "And I have to live with it." Navigating this new reality won't be easy, but you know it is something you have to face... alone.