I hated this feeling.

The changing from man and wolf, and back again.

I always feel as if my skin is ripping, but under neith is always fur. My aunt, shakes on the floor of our home next to me.

Her eyes are blank. She had changed to many times that she did not cry out, but I still did... Many times.

I am suprised that no one in town ever hears my screaming. My skin, almost seem to rip, as the wolf in me emergise.

The End

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