For the werewolves of the world. Please behave.
Angela was scared. Jared grabbed his stomach and let out another sharp groan.
“Baby, just tell me what it is.”
“Angie, I need you to go. Now,” Jared commanded.
“No. You have to tell me what’s wrong.”
“Baby, I can’t tell you. Just go.”
“I’m calling an ambulance.”
Jared swiped her cell phone from her hand and chucked it across the room.
“Damn it! Just get out of here now!”
“I’m not leaving you,” Angela said firmly.
“Why the hell is this happening tonight?” Jared muttered.
“Why is what happening?
Jared groaned again.
“Get out!” he roared.
His groaning stretched out into a continuous moan. He staggered to the window and tore open the curtains. His moan grew deeper and more guttural. The seams on his shirt stretched until bursting as his torso broadened. His pants shredded as his legs thickened. Angela didn’t notice that a small velvet box had leapt from his tearing pocket onto the floor, but watched in horror as Jared changed before her under the light of the full moon which seemed to be a spotlight on him. His low moan quickly evolved into a shrill howl that blended with Angela’s own high-pitched screaming.
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