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Bolts of agonizing pain wrack through Kit’s body sending him stumbling over, grasping onto whatever surface he could keep himself up. The full moon was still a few nights away and he could already start to feel the mystifying pull. The beasts will only grew stronger as the current waxing moon rose higher into the rapidly darkening sky. “Shit,” his voice was shaky, but thankfully still human. He still had time to get the hell out of there, he’d been working with the animals, about to head back inside to grab some dinner and go to sleep. The last thing he needed was to shift in the barn and take out the homesteads animals. Pushing open the doors to the stable and closing them quickly behind him, he took off into the country side, trying to get as far as he could from the farm before it took over.
Grabbing at his pants, he pulled them off as if they were burning him, standing naked in the night air Kit gasped. He fell to his knees and then forward on his hands, trying to master his torment; but it’s no use. A crack, a branch snapping, leaves rustling. No. Someone was there, someone was coming, eyes already a starling yellow, claws replaced fingers and a wolf snout started protruding where his face should be, skin ripping, bones breaking. Painful cries turned into snarls. An inhuman voice growled from the back of his throat before the transformation was complete. “Get out of here!” but before long, the young man had disappeared in a mess of skin and blood, a beast stood instead, lapping blood off its chops.
