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Changes

Chapter Two: Soul Machine

Tristan sighed softly as he walked through the nearly empty park. He had been restless the past few days, constantly pacing and he had an almost insatiable hunger now, especially for meat. He'd been having strange dreams as well; dreams of forests and hunting, of the full moon and howling at it like he was a wolf. He wondered what that dog was, even if it was a dog, because dogs didn't scream like that thing had. It was almost human....werewolves didn't exist, though, everyone knew that. He couldn't be a werewolf, he was just paranoid! And the doctors said his metabolism had changed, that was all. It was probably just hormones of some sort....right?

It was dark now, and he remembered the night he had been attacked. The beautiful moon....why did he keep thinking that?! He kept thinking how beautiful the moon was, how nice grass felt, how sweet blood tasted...he was going crazy, he just knew it!

He sat on a park bench and watched the moon slowly rise into the sky. He soon got up, though, and continued walking. He was just so full of energy and he didn't know what to do with it.

The brunette had gotten to a small drainage ditch with a little bit of water running through in a small stream when he stopped suddenly. His eyes widened and he cried out and clutched his stomach, his muscles cramping and going into spasms. He fell to the ground and moaned, somehow glad he was alone, and he ripped off his shirt from the burning heat surging through his veins. He felt the hairs on his arms and legs prickle and he felt tingling all over. He rolled limply into the little stream of dirty water and tore off his pants hurriedly. He splashed water in his hair and ran his fingers through it, combing it down to its normal shoulder length. It was still a little stiff from the gel, but he didn't care. Sweet pain raced through his blood, power sang through him, and he fought the urge to howl at the top of his lungs. He didn't know what the hell was going on with him but he didn't care one bit. It felt so damn good!

Tristan heard his bones crack and crunch and twist and his muscles bulged; his body sprouted long brown hair all over and his ears lengthened and pointed into wolf ears. His face slowly grew into a muzzle and sharp fangs and canine teeth formed from the human ones. His knees popped backwards and allowed him to stand comfortably on four feet. Finally, his hands shifted into paws and the quick of his nails grew down, covering his new claws.

He now looked like a large brown wolf with no tail and a short muzzle. His paws were more hand-like than any other kind of animal paws and his ears were too large to be a wolf's. Tristan was a werewolf, and he was thirsty for blood.

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Josephine Reynolds walked slowly through the park. A late-night stroll was nice, especially since those murders had stopped. She assumed the killer had moved on since everyone now stayed inside. It was an assumption that would kill her.

The murderer had been a werewolf, but no one knew or believed that. It had been the same werewolf that had bitten Tristan, and he was roaming the same park she was. He moved quickly and quietly, sniffing the air for prey. He smelled her sweet perfume and followed the scent carefully, coming up behind her. He saw with infrared vision, as all canines did, and he saw her body glow warmly against the dark night. So young, so full of blood...and flesh.

Josephine turned around when she heard a few footsteps behind her and rustles in the bushes. A dog or what looked like a dog stood there, glaring at her with green eyes that shone like lanterns. It was a big dog and she was afraid of dogs, especially when they growled at her like this one did. She started to run, and turned around for the final glimpse of her life. The beast immediately leapt upon her and ripped her throat to shreds, killing her instantly. She fell to the ground limp and blood pouring from her open throat. The wolf began to tear her body and feed, lapping up the deliciously sweet blood and the soft, warm flesh....

When he was finished with his meal, he let out a long and loud howl, deep and unearthly; a howl fitting a demon wolf.

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