Werewolf TransformationI grabbed my shirt by the center of the collar and looked around my room. Nobody here but me.Werewolf Transformation by Courage-and-Hope
"It's time," I smiled.
I pulled my arms back and started ripping my shirt straight through the middle. I won't need it, so why keep it? The fabric slowly ripped as the tear was slowly getting bigger.
My muscles felt free as I threw the torn shirt to the ground. That shirt was one of the few things that kept me stuck where I was, so I didn't care about it. I took deep breaths as I was waiting for the transformation to start.
It started at my hands. My nails stretched out from their small form into deadly claws. My hand felt good as it was shifting from its weak, brittle, form into a stronger one accommodated by weapons.
A tingle hit my ears as they mushed around and re-formed the cartilage into a pointed wolf-like form. The change hit my eardrums and I could hear everything around me, from my breaths to the T.V. in the room beside me my senses were opened from their weaker state.