A lone wolf finds his pack then makes tracks in the snow by the light of the moon
The pack moves with urgency they need to hunt
An unknown source has been hunting with such force, leaving a ****** trail in it's wake
They must not make a mistake their food supply has been threatened.
The pack presses on deeper into the forest, further than they have been before
They used to have more than enough food, but lately everything has seemed to change
In fact even patterns in nature seemed to have been altered, for one thing there have been
more full moons than normal.
The youngest wolf was thinking to himself, could there be a connection between the full moon
and the dwindling food supply, an unknown creature like those humans talk about around a
campfire, an abominable Snowman or werewolf or something else.
The young wolf shakes off those thoughts, they are just story's after all, right
I better not let my imagination run wild, I am no longer a cub
He rounds a bend in the woods, he looks back he sees that once again got separated from his pack, He was about to turn around and go back to where he last saw his pack, when he heard a strange sound like a half howl, half cry, half scream he felt compelled by curiosity, ignoring his hunger.
He glanced quickly at the moon, it is a full moon, He continued to go toward the sound.
He heard a ear splitting scream, he saw an old cabin in the distance. it looks like it had been
long abandoned could that be where the sound is coming from , The pack had always expressed that he is kind of reckless, but he just could not ignore the sound or the urge to investigate
He quickly approached the cabin, the sound grew louder there was no doubt the sound came from here. He saw an open door, against his better judgement he went inside, he slowly approached than suddenly stopped and stared at the sight before his eyes.
The moonlight shone through a window and the man standing before the window was morphing before his eyes, The man/creature had eyes like a wolf, scales unlike anything he had seen before, it was changing before his eyes, it's skin part man part beast was opalescent and shimmered under the moonlight it's colors kept changing like a chameleon effect, yet uniquely different.
He kept watching until the transformation was complete know transformed into something form the tales of man, something resembling a mythological beast. He felt awe and fear at the same time. He would not have believed it if he had not seem it with his own eyes, The transformation of man to beast under the light of the full moon.
I dedicate this short story to those of you, who commented on The Light Of The Moon and wanted to read more, I hope you enjoy this.