I opened my eyes, confused. I saw the werewolf's face very close to mine; it curled up into a wolffish grin. Then it twisted into something that I could only explain as sympathy.

And then his fangs bit down on my neck.

I would like to say my last thought was something sappy or heroic, but it was more a giant scream. I obviously didn't listen to what he said to me mere seconds earlier; or how werewolves bite each other to turn someone into one...I definitely forgot...

It only lasted a few seconds, and when he let go it hurt even more, if that was possible.

I tried to get a look at the wound but all I saw was a river of blood flowing down my collar bone. I looked at my hand for a moment; it had started to tingle. And that's when I freaked out.

I screamed and shook my hand vigorously; trying to get the fur off that was starting to grow on my hand. It pulsed for a moment, then it got sucked back into my skin.

I felt fur coming up all over my back, and large teeth protruding from my gums. I had lost all control of my body and just flopped on the ground, watching as my vision grew sharper for a moment, then went back to normal.

I wasn't really aware of what was going on, but more just watching though my eyes, like I was in a movie that you watch through the main characters eyes.

I was slightly aware of the  WereWolf pulling my arms as my body scraped against the ground.

Something painfully rocketed out of my spine; shooting waves of pain up my body. I managed to twist around and look and saw a brown tail coming out from under my dress. I screamed again.

This happened for awhile, me screaming in pain as changes went throughout my body. I was vaguely aware of being slowly pulled somewhere; sticks and stones scratched my back. Fabric ripped around me.

At one point the transformation must have completed because the pain dulled into a pounding throb. I opened my eyes and found that I could suddenly see in the dark. Everything was grey, but it was a lot sharper and brighter then usual. I could barely feel the sticks and stones under me anymore.

Finally, the werewolf stopped pulling me and let go of my wrist. A soft voice broke the silence. "Get up."

I groggily lifted my head and raised a hand in front of my face. It was a paw, but with longer fingers then a dog and wicked claws. I tensed and the paw curled into a fist, then relaxed when I did.

I looked down at my body. My fur was lightish brown, with some sort of marking on my back and my shoulders. I had a large bushy tail with very large legs, all covered in fur. I touched my face and felt a long muzzle, and opened my mouth and touched my teeth. I almost cut my paw as I poked a fang.

A small bead of blood dribbled out of my finger, and I paused. I felt an instinct, and I reached out and lapped up the blood. Suddenly, my vision tinted red as I tasted it. I managed to stand up on two legs.

I knew it now. I was a Werewolf.