☽ WEREWOLF AU → XVIth century Italy. Ava knew that once she would turn sixteen, she would start to transform into a wolf every full moon; such was the fate of her bloodline. In december, she had turned sixteen years-old, but nothing happened on the following full-moon. Thinking that the curse that was placed on her family had been lifted, she went on with her life.
Now it was the month of June, and Ava still had not transformed into a wolf. Tonight was her best friend Renee’s birthday – and it landed on a full-moon. Of course, Ava had accepted to attend the special occasion, even though a strange rash had appeared on the back of her hand in the morning.
Midnight was approaching and even though Ava had been having fun with Renee and the guests, she couldn’t stop picking on the rash on the back of her hand. She covered it up with a glove, even though it was way too warm out to wear a glove; but just now, she was starting to have a headache that was getting difficult to ignore.
“Renee,” she whispered to her friend in a weak, worried tone, “I don’t feel very well. I think I might need to take a breath outside…”