Full Moon Blues

It's midnight in the forest. Darkness surrounds me. I hear twigs snapping, leaves rustling. Something is following me. Panic swells as I pick up the pace, I'm running away but from who or what? My foot snags on a tree root and I fall face first. I taste the blood and dirt.

“Oh, thank god, I finally caught up to you!” I look up, and there’s an absolutely stunning woman standing before me. Unlike me, she’s dressed appropriately for a midnight hike. “You really shouldn’t be out here alone at night. This place… it changes a person.”

She has no idea what happens in this Forest let alone to us as we hike the trails you can barely see in the moonlight…oh no, is that a full moon? It can’t be.

The light from the moon was so bright we felt it bathe us from above. After a while we started to feel something strange. Hair was coming out of our faces and big fangs from inside our mouths. We felt the urge to run and hunt.

“This is it, boys!” I said with a growl. “Weesa werewolves!” “Whoa now,” Bek said. “‘Weesa?’ You might’ve turned into a—” “Don’t say it, Bek! Yousa in big doo-doo! Aw, crackles! Yousa right! Meesa becoming a—” Bek’s face saddened. “Yep. It’s true. After all this time. You’re a —”