Werewolf

The bite, it gives you unimaginable powers. A keen sense of smell, sight, hearing. And, of course, the ability to transform into a gigantic fluffy beast.

Full moons are terrible. I used to love them when I was a human. I used to lay in the grass and stare at it thinking, wishing to be different. Well, I guess I am now, but not in the way I had imagined.

In a way, I miss my old life. It's hard having to lie to everyone. Especially James. He's the only one who truly notices a difference in me. I'm going to lose him. I know I am. I just hope it's not too late. I love him dearly, but I doubt he thinks of me as more than a best friend. If even that. I wouldn't blame him if he didn't want to speak to me again. I'm stuck in a web of lies.

Suddenly the feeling starts to trail up my back and my eyes narrow. Ears and nose elongate. Hands transform to paws and nails become claws.

And now I'm left, howling at the moon, as if it is my unattainable lover.