A Shifters Tale

I was alone now my family, friends, and loved ones had abandoned me all because I was changing, changing into something which they feared I was turning into a lycanthrope yes me I was doomed for ever to be a werewolf but deep in my mind something returned like a piece of me had been missing my whole life and now it was back and I was whole again.

I walked the forest thinking that I should die for I was nothing but a creature of evil, dark and terrible things. One morning in the countryside I stumble upon an old farmer he ran towards me and helped me towards his house. The kind man was the only person who had shown care for me he clothed me, fed me, and let me sleep in his barn. The next morning I awoke to see that his wife had prepare me a delicious meal of eggs, bacon, and even fresh milk. I had to repay the kind family some how so I helped the wife fetch the eggs and helped the man plow the fields.

Well I see you’ve met the misses already. Anyway I’m Samuel and this is Maria.” He said gesturing towards his wife

“So, what’s your name?” asked Maria.

“ M-my name” I struggled to recall my name for the last time I had heard it uttered was many a year ago. “Jacob, Jacob Cydrin.”

“So Jacob what were ya doing all the way out here?” Samuel asked.

“Well ya see I was forced to run away six years ago and well-”

“It’s okay son you don’t have to explain anything.”

The days passed by and we prepared for the harvest the crops were ready to become picked. Late that night I awoke to bloodcurdling cry.

“Jacob get up!” Sam yelled.

“What is it Sam?”

“Wolves, God Damn Wolves!” he said as he handed me a hunting rifle.

“What’s this for?” I asked.

“Wolves that’s what it’s for killing those damn wolves!”

“No, y-you can’t kill them there just hungry they need food or else they starve”

“Good,” he said as he aimed at the creature feasting on the piglet.

“No,” I wont let him do this I can’t. I thought to my self

His finger tightened around the trigger, I ran at him taking him to the ground a shot rang through the air.

“What the hell are you doing,” he muttered.

I ran into the house and grabbed my few things including a picture of my dead mother.

“After all I’ve done for you your leaving! I took you in when no one else would.”

As I ran out the door I fell to the ground my body began pulsing and changing. I squirmed on the ground fighting it.