The moon
High in the sky
It's beams fall on me.
My mind flashes back to the night that it happened
The night when my family was taken from me, ripped to shreds
And the night that I joined the legions
Of the wolves.
My bones crackle and begin to move
I feel myself changing
Becoming stronger, sharper, a creature of the night
Hair grows all over me
My clothes are too small for this power
They rip
As the transformation completes
I howl to the moon
It is time to use this power
To get what I want
Food, Power, Blood
Revenge.
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