Author’s Note: This is my very first supernatural story. It’s entirely original, on-the-spur-of-the-moment creation. I hope it’s ok. Sorfalt (the griffin’s name) is German for care. I really hope you enjoy this.

Part 1 is Audrey as a human. Part 2 is Audrey as a werewolf.

Ok. I have a problem. Well, you might say that teenagers have problems. Homework problems, boy problems, hey, even parent problems. But me, I have a furry little problem. See, I am a werewolf, albeit a slightly manic depressive one. Oops, did I just say slightly?

Part 1

The cloud was obscuring the moon. I wasn’t even sure if the moon was yellow. Or was the moon blue? I’m not sure. All I’m sure of was that it was going to be my 180 time transforming. Yes, I actually keep count, since I swear that every time I fail to keep count and take precautions, somebody also ends up dead. Dead, not bitten and left for the dead. Dead.

My body stiffened involuntarily when I heard soft feathery wings stirring the night air. Soft paws thumped the grassy ground.

Sorgfalt padded up to me. The griffin’s magnificent snowy wings folded itself, her golden brown tail twirling amongst the stars. Her sharp beak clicked softly, in the light, her beak had a soft, luminous yellow sheen to it. So unlike my skin, which had an ethereal glow to it.

“Good evening.” It was more of a statement than a greeting. Griffins had an uncanny habit of making everything sound like facts from a textbook.

A ghost of a smile touched my lips. I knew that it barely reached my eyes. Politeness was unnecessary when you were as invisible as I was. Then again, I rarely opened my mouth, let alone replied someone.

Sorgfalt brushed her feathers against my hand. Her feathers were so silkily soft. I savoured the sensation, enjoying the moment. My smile fleshed out.

The griffin’s eyes twinkled. She could sense gratitude from almost anyone. “You look cold. Are you feeling alright?” Her words filled my head as I nodded stiffly. A niggling subconscious was pushing itself against my mind. No, it was wrapping itself around my mind. Its thoughts were alien to me, so full of wrath and hatred. The clouds were shifting.

Sharp pain shot up my body. Sorgfalt took flight, beating strongly against the sudden draft that threatened to uproot the trees. My body was tingling with the numbness of pain and anticipation. Anticipation for what?

Sorgfalt encircled me. Just then, a terrible sound started ringing in my ears. It was beyond what could handle. I fell to the ground, knees digging into the grass, hands grasping the soft, wet blades, breathe heaving. I could sense Sorgfalt flying over me. She could not come down, no matter how many times I begged her to. It would be too dangerous. The subconscious was invading my mind, pushing itself into every nook and cranny it could find, almost like a virus. I struggled to control myself.

The dark clouds were shifting. It was in the shape of a crucifix. Funny how you notice the most unlikely things in the most unlikely situations. At least I still had something to calm me down. Seeing a church or anything belonging to a church always had that calming effect on me. Maybe it was a childhood thing.

A tingling sensation started in my head. My whole body went cold, almost like my blood had frozen. Then, I could feel a subconsciousness winning.

No, I had to control, this period of time was crucial… The subconsciousness was squeezing the fight out of me. Oh, wouldn’t it be nice if I just closed my eyes and gave in…

Then, the clouds shifted. Bright unfiltered sunlight shone on me. Pain shot through every single fibre of my being. Darkness, impossible as it was at the moment, threatened to consume me, even as blood rushed through my ears and my bones crunched against each other. I hated this feeling. Oh, how could I make this stop? Help!

Part 2

The awful sound kept ringing in my ears. I had no idea how long I had crouched there. But the griffin circling me had landed on the ground again. Her eyes were of the deepest amber. Wait, I knew her. She waited for me every full moon, hoping to imprison me till the sun rose. Well, it was not going to happen again. I was going to escape.

I stood up and shook my head, bracing my neck. The howl that escaped from my muzzle was long and fearsome, the leaves of the trees trembling from their branches. Ah, it felt so good to be out.

“You look angry.” An understatement. How I hated griffins and their supposedly large brains.

“I’m hungry.”

The griffin narrowed her eyes. “You are staying here tonight.” Her voice echoed in my head. I swear that one day, I would crunch her bones just for the headache she gives me when she communicates with me.

“No. I intend to hunt,” I growled, my hackles rising. My voice had turned dangerously soft, the gruff retort making it sound like I was close to losing control. Or so I hoped. I glared at the griffin. What was her name? So fail? It was some German crap. I knew that I could handle her.

She seemed to have sensed my rebellion. Swooping up, her beak snatched at my ears. Her front claw wrapped around my neck. The strength and agility of the accursed griffin surprised me. But only slightly.

Rearing up onto my hind legs, I snapped at her. My muzzle clamped down on the griffin’s leg. Squawking in pain, she released her grip on my neck. I broke out into the night. I was free and hungry.

Darkness had just fallen onto the people of the area.

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