Tonight was like any other for me, hunting, killing, and eating. That doesn’t sound too bad except my prey just happens to be humans.
You see i’m a Lycanthrop or as we are usually called a werewolf. Now I wasn’t born like this, nor did I want it. You see about ten years ago
I was walking home when I saw this dog (or what I thought was a dog) get hit by a truck and being a dog lover I had to go see if I could help.
When i got closer I saw it was a large wolf, it looked dead so I reached out to check if it was breathing when the damn thing bit me and ran off.
I thought nothing of it, I just went home and bandaged my hand. The bite barely broke the skin, so when the wound was gone two day’s later,
it didn’t raise any alarms. The first changes I noticed were I started to lose weight, and I was 60 pounds overweight. So when I dropped it all in a
month I was worried. Then there was the appetite, a stronger than usual craving for meat. The last subtle change was my sex drive went into overload.
Then a week later there was a full blood moon (a red moon) and as you can guess I turned.

The next morning the cops found the tenth grade bully torn to shreds.
It’s been like that ever since, except I now have some conscious choice to my kills. I still have to kill I just choose who or what i kill. Since then I got
a stay at home job Writing Books and moved to the country. I mostly feed on sheep now but humans are still on the menu. Tonight I had eaten a sheep but there has
still a hunger I had yet to feed.

So now I was stalking my new prey, a pretty young emo chick who’s family had moved here a month ago.