THE CHARACTER KALE, JAY, AND ALL OTHER CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ENTIRELY ORIGINAL, AS IS THEIR STORY.
Kale dug her elongated nails into the cool, mushy soil. It hurts. No, it doesn't, I just feel pressure, as if my entire body is being ripped apart. Kale gave way to a yelp, a howl that pierced the silent night. Dennis Farmer, one of the boys in her homeroom at school, came out of his house.Hmm, he looks yummy. NO, she corrected herself in her mind. He is meat, I don't eat meat. A bit of predator inside her awoke as fur emerged over her body. It reminded her who she was, what she did.
Yes, you do. You're a werewolf, creature of the night. Big furry menace? Full moon doggy? Ring any bells, gongs, even a flute, perhaps?
But Kale continued to shake her now shaggy head, growling quietly. A bit of her human state of mind still remained, but it disappeared, trickling away slowly as the wolf in her came out. She could see, through orb-like, sharp eyes, that Dennis was inching his way toward the azalea bush she was nestled in, waving his flashlight around maniacally. Food. Dennis smelled like cologne and...blood? Oh, she had forgotten he had gotten into a fight earlier today in first period. Kale bit down hard on her bottom lip, and sucked on the blood that arose, savoring the bitter taste. The werewolf could feel her appetite rising, and what little human was left in her tried desperately to push it down. But the scent of blood overcame her, and as Dennis fingered the bushes lazily, looking what had made the noise, she burst from the azaleas and tackled him. As she tore into her meal, Kale yowled at the large, yellow, full moon.