No. No. He needed to get far from this place. He thought he had calculated enough time..enough distance. But no. The Moon was already shining overhead. Shiro’s grey eyes glinting in the moonlight. He tried to fight it..to win control.. but his wolf instincts were far stronger than him alone. Shiro’s hands reaching up to either side of his head as he could feel his whole body shaking..painfully morphing ever so slowly into the beast he hated. A man clothed in fur from head to toe. A head of a wolf. Claws. Feet. A werewolf.
A deep howl escaping from deep within his chest echoed throughout the forest. A grave warning to all who were nearby. The werewolf, Shiro, standing on his hind legs, tail wagging as his ears twitched back and forth like radars. Listening for movement. His sharp hearing picking up the sounds of the buzzing bugs..wild animals running from him..even the sound of movement from the middle of the Forest.
He had no will of his own. Only his instincts as he followed the sound..his nose picking up the scent of food..the sounds of a heart beat.. as he went towards the center of the Forest.
For all he knew, it could be prey as he crouched behind the trees that circled the small cabin. Eyes watching curiously..waiting. Watching.
With the subtle darkness that started to fill the cabin, Matt decided it was time to close his books shut. He rolled his chair under his work table and made his way to the small living portion of the cabin.
He put a tea kettle on a small stove and rummaged through some mugs in his cabinet before pulling out one with his University’s mascot on it. He leaned against the counter and looked out the window to see a full moon.
Matt was never one to have an interest in nature or camping. As a child, he much preferred to spend time indoors reading science fiction novels or playing video games. It wasn’t until a college elective where his true love for ecology blossomed.
He had become accustomed to the forest’s night sounds and tended to ignore them. As his tea whistled on the stove, he took it off and poured himself a mug. Deciding it was a bit too chilly to sleep without a fire. He ventured into the night to find some wood to put on his fire place.