Transformation

When the transformation begins,
the heat flows through your body.
The wind around you,
turns to mist.

Suddenly your on all fours,
racing through the forest.
Your russet brown fur,
swirls in the wind.

Your like a blur,
like a brown line has been sketched into the forest.
Then you hear the voices of your pack,
calling you to hunt.

Listen while the wind screams past you,
and your packs mind turns into one.
you stalk your prey together,
till they see you and you act as one,
and they have no chance of escape.

You feast on your meal,
cleaning your bloody claws.
Then the call of the human world,
reminds you to go home.

While the change ends,
but same as the beginning.
The werewolf you were,
is now inside of you