It was happening; I could feel it. I could feel it more and more as the shiny moon grew bigger. Suddenly, I felt hopeless. The triscalean, an engravement used to help stop werewolves from changing on a full moon, was stuck in a tiny gap in the floor. I looked around and saw a thin stick of metal to grab the triscalean with, but it was to late. I saw the yellow reflection of my eyes in the metal. My claws were growing and I started to lose control. The next morning I saw that a teenage girl had been attacked by an animal. Was it me?
By Aoife H