With a sickening crack the last of his teeth split, jagged new fangs replacing them as the rest of his body fell into place as it did every full moon. His hair becoming coarse and rigid, sharp enough to help him cut through the carcasses he always forgot to clean up, now digging into him and worsening his mod with every prick and small slice.
All around him the world seemed so silent and so loud, so afraid and impatient and the need to rush through it with teeth and claws bared was overwhelming. It was always like this for the first few minutes til everything settled into place with a few more clicks, cracks and aches.
In the end he was left unmistakably monstrous, hunger gnawing in his stomach from the exertion of the change while the scant rational scraps left of his human mind begged him to head for the shed where a defrosted deer lay waiting for him.
One day he'd head for it, when he was too old to hunt and too weary to walk but tonight he was young.
Tonight the forest whispered its prayers as he lumbered lightly towards the unsuspecting herd.
Tomorrow he'd wake up clutching their bones, the wolf appeased for another month.
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