Unleashed: A Transformation Tale of the Moon's Call and the Wild Within

As you walk home on the night of the full moon, you feel an eerie chill creeping down your spine. The typical serenity of the evening is tainted with a mysterious nervousness. A sudden sharp pain radiates from that wound on your arm sustained in what you believed was a large dog attack a few weeks ago. It feels both hot and cold at the same time, making you wince. Your skin feels unusually prickly, and you notice the hair on your arms thickening into coarse bristles. Confusion swirls in your mind as your body suddenly feels heavy, your muscles swelling and expanding beneath your shirt. You stagger along, contemplating what is happening, trying to fight the sensation of an impending transformation. Before you comprehend what is transpiring, a myriad of changes engulfs your body. Your body posture shifts from the regular human stance to something more animalistic, limbs lengthening and contorting, forcing you onto all fours. You feel a strange sensation from your spine as your balance shifts, the new shape aligning perfectly on your expanded and beast-like palms and feet, transforming them into sturdy paws. Suddenly, your mouth is filled with a metallic taste as your jaw pushes out into a snout, teeth elongating into sharp, formidable fangs. You try to cry out, but all that leaves your lips are eerie growls, your voice unrecognizable even to yourself. The assault on your senses is completed as your nose senses a thousand different smells, overwhelming and distinct, each one telling its fascinating tale. Involuntarily, your back arches as the strange tingling sensation culminates at the base of your spine, and you feel the weight of a bushy tail growing out. The feeling is alien, yet somehow, the whip-like motion feels natural to your new form. Your perception of the world around you changes drastically as your vision attains an uncanny clarity, although distinctly monochrome, even in the darkness. You are hyper-aware of the environment around you, your hearing so clear that the rustle of leaves miles away sends clear signals to your instinct-filled brain. The world is no longer familiar. Your instincts are taking over, shoving your normal logical thoughts into a corner and replacing them with primal urges. Emotions and thoughts are replaced with basic survival instincts - need to hunt, to mark territory, to survive, to belong. The man-made world becomes surreal, replaced by a new understanding of the natural world around you. Fear trickles down your spine and tangles with the animalistic urges roaring within you. You howl at the moon above, the noise echoing strange and foreign in your ears. The transformation is complete. You are no longer what you were but something else - a beast in the light of the full moon, a werewolf. And yet, as you accept these changes, you find a thrill in this transformation, a newfound strength, and sense of freedom that you cannot deny. You wonder, with an edge of fear, if when the full moon wanes, you will turn back or if this is your new normal. The ground under your paws, the scents in the air, the moon's beckoning light, the exhilarating rush of the hunt, and the primal instincts feel too right, too real. But then, with the break of dawn, you cling to the shed of humanity remaining within you, fearful yet hopeful for what might come next. With each passing moon phase and the wild experience it brings, you wonder how life can ever be average again. As you immerse in this new existence, with the fine line between human and beast blurring, you find yourself constantly asking one question - "Who am I?" A chilling uncertainty often echoes through your primitive thoughts as a reminder: "I am no longer just a human reader; I am now a Werewolf."