*This just came to me, so I decided to right it down. I am not sure if this will develop into a story, but I will see where it leads me.*
Prologue
I watched as the moon rose slowly over the horizon. Her light tickled my skin and filled me with boundless energy. My eyes began to glow bright amber. I yelled at the top of my voice, but no matter how loud I did it it felt like I would never be able to fully express my full joy tonight. For tonight was the night of change, it was the night of the full moon.
I began to run forward, across the field of grass, rushing towards the rising moon. Fur sprouted out across my entire body, uninhibited by clothes. My hands and feet turned into paws of great strength, my head morphed, shaping into a long, pointed muzzle, and a tail sprouted out of my backside. In one seamless change my weak human body had become a sleek and powerful wolf. Now, not only could I feel the full moon but smell her wonderful aroma, taste her mouth-watering flavor, hear her beautiful music, and see the sight that would leave all speechless. I am commanded by none, and admired by all. I am a Werewolf.
