Werewolf on the Prowl

I was first Turned a couple years ago. I was on a hunting trip; looking for elk but found something I never expected. It scared the shit out of me. I was attacked and barely escaped with my life. I didn’t fully appreciate what it was until one month later when the first Change took me.

I hated it. I was afraid of what kind of monster I had become. I couldn’t even say the word for months. I would go on some camping trip every month, getting as far away from civilization and people I could hurt as possible. But after a while it became routine. I got comfortable. I started to enjoy it.

At first I thought of the Wolf as being a separate entity from me. But then I realized it was a part of me. I was the Wolf. After I embraced that I began to be able to control it. I can control my own will when I change and even choose my form; from fully wolf and indistinguishable from a natural animal to fully humanoid, and every form in between. I can change freely whenever the moon is full. I’m still working on changing without the help of the moon.

The moon and the Wolf still affect my mind, making me more confident around the full moon, more aggressive, and hornier. At first my Wolf would usually find some bitch in the forest and mate with her. After I gained control though I preferred to stick to my usual, two legged fare (though to be honest, I sometimes still go back to the forest for a rut, just for kicks).

My Wolf only cares about three things: Feeding, Fighting, and Fucking. I had scarfed down three steaks, a rack of ribs, and a rump roast at dusk; and I wasn’t looking for a fight, though if some douchebag wanted to start something I could more than handle him; that left just one thing on my mind tonight.