His body was different now. The muscles shot out with veins on his skin which were all covered with thick fur. He looked at his hands, even he couldn't describe what he truly was and how his hands were so large.He tried to speak and within him, he heard his words clearly, but what came out was just a growl, either loud or low depending on what he wanted to say.But he could hear them speak. Their words were clear to his ears as though he was still human. Funny enough, they couldn't understand his, except those who had been werewolves for a long duration who could tell what he was saying, though not too accurate. Everything was different than usual. The sight was perfect just as his sense of hearing and smell. They all looked small, all due to the height difference between them, and he could tell of different scents.His mother stood by the side, adoring tell beauty of what she saw before her. He was huge, unexplainable for the main time. His muzzle was large, and she stood there abl

"No...!", Emily screamed as she ran through the crowd, walking to the bridge of the plateau, falling on he knees while she stared at what laid beneath the plateau.She looked at the water which flowed roughly, the waves and the water current, there was no trace of her son, no sudden movement in the water which depicted the survival of her first born son."No.!", She said this time, softly and whimpering the words to herself as her eyes began producing tears again. A drop fell from her eyes, watching the drop, she watched as it fell into the water, mixing with the moving water and moving in it.Another drop fell from her eyes, this time it didn't fall in the water. The winds had pushed it, letting it fall on a rock which had caught her attention. She stared at it, her glowing eyes noticing something stain the rock deeply."What was that?", She whispered to herself as she tried deciphering what she saw. It looked like blood. Her son must have bounced on the hard Rock badly before droppi

"My father is dead. My mother is dead. And my brother..", Nicholas paused for a minute and closed his eyes. His lips parted to form a not too serious smile on his face, his dentition wasn't shown and the smile wasn't wide, just something which curved to the side of his mouth."My brother is dead, I am all that's left of my family.!", Nicholas heaved a heavy sigh while he bowed his head to the ground, feeling a bit remorseful for his actions."I'm so sorry for your loss.", Luke said while he stood behind Nicholas, the pain too causing a hole in his heart as the ones whom he communed with mostly were no longer alive."I know it's painful to wake up the next day and realize that all which happened last night wasn't a dream. May their soul find rest..", Luke said with all sincerity.He too arrived home with the sadness in his heart. He couldn't utter a word the entire night the entire incident happened, neither did he utter a word when he got home. The pain was too deep to accept all tog

It started as a rushing wind. The moment Olwyn stretched her hands towards Constantine, an energy filled wind blew strongly against Constantine, blowing through her clothes and her hair Yet she didn't stop moving. She fought through the strong winds, taking one step at a time accompanied with a certain amount of energy which was drawn from her body.She grinned harder, her fists closed and her feet placed firmly against the ground as she kept moving. She placed her hands in front of her face, grunting as a bright light accompanied the winds which blew.It was too luminous, eye blinding, yet she avoided direct visual contact with the light as she closed her eyes and grinned louder before she felt her body falling to the ground. She felt her knees on the ground, her hands on the ground too as she breathed heavily, huffing and puffing, trying to gain her breath as she used her instincts to get up from the ground. "Olwyn! Esme! Willa!", She called out the names of the three ladies who

Harriet..! A lovely name for the first lafy he met in a strange town whose eyes didn't travel down his bare torso. She waved at him, without uttering a word, he waved back with a smile on his face.His pains disappeared for the short moment they saw each other and the atmosphere became silent with his eyes glued on her face. She had a little nose though they were pointed, and her dimples were deeper than what he had ever seen.She had a cherry red hair color and her eyes were almost the same as the older man's eyes, Chestnut brown and her sandy skin color shone in the room.She was beautiful. That was the first word he could use to describe the lady who stood before him. The other words would proceed into his head like gorgeous, beauteous, pretty and good looking. She had a great shape even though what she wore tried to suppress her smooth curvy sides, and she seemed bold in the way she too herself.If this was his daughter, he could tell he was a handsome catch when he was younger, a