Well, here’s another one. This one, if you couldn’t guess, is about a werewolf. I wrote it in my French class because someone wrote that this one girl was a loup-garou. What can I say? It inspired me.

Heh.... Title was kind of a spur of the moment type thing...

Le changement des loups-garous

The change came over her quickly, tearing her skin and stretching her bones in a pain so intense she could think of nothing else. Her legs folded under and backwards; shrinking, knee reversing. She fell forward on arms made short and sinewy. Her fingers morphed and grew short, sharp claws. Her tailbone elongated and coarse fur grew over her body, as clothes were now obsolete. She raised her head, complete with glowing eyes, long snout, and pointed teeth, and howled, calling her pack. We come! they howled back. She grinned a canine grin and waited, her tufted tail gently wagging.