THE WEREWOLF PT2

Moments before it was time for me to again shed my skin and embrace my fuzzier form, I downed a pack of the strongest allergy medication I could get my hands on. When the transformation was complete I headed for the woods, hoping fresh air would help.(1/8)

For a while all was well. There was a small itch in my throat, a slight tingling in my nose, but nothing too uncomfortable. I was just beginning to think I could grow to enjoy being a wolf like this when I saw a young girl in a red cloak skipping along a path in the trees. (2/8)

She looked so fragile that I felt I should offer to walk with her, being at the time a great deal larger than any predator I knew of.
The girl misinterpreted my actions, however, and when approached her and held out my paw she sprayed me with pepper spray and ran screaming(3/8)

I stumbled howling into the trees. The effects of the spray wore off surprisingly fast, but as my eyes stopped burning the allergy medication too wore off. My throat began to tighten, face puffed up, the skin under my now sweaty fur felt raw to the touch. (4/8)

I had to find more medication.
After some time I came across a small house in a well lit clearing. Curious and desperate for antihistamines I approached the door, peeking into the front window before I knocked. The sight behind the glass sent chills through me. (5/8)

Sitting on a large bed with now ruined sheets was another werewolf. They were wearing a night-dress and sleeping cap with matching floral patterns, and greedily lapping from a pool of blood that was still soaking into the blanket. (6/8)

I gasped, and their hungry yellow eyes shot up to meet mine.
Before they could get to the door I sprinted away, heading out of the woods. (7/8)

I didn't stop for anything. I didn't even slow down a little when I saw the red-cloaked girl headed towards the house, calling out into the clearing for her grandma. (8/8)

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