Running.

Running.

I have to escape.

I have been cursed,

I must not feel love.

It will only cause pain.

He looked up at the sky, and saw it.

The new moon.

He instinctively knew.

It was because of his curse.

She cant see me like this.

She will hate me.

They all will.

This is why I don't love.

It only brings them and me pain and fear.

Running.

Running.

I need to escape.

Finally, he entered the clearing.

He trotted up onto the rock.

Began to howl at the moon as he transformed.

He transformed into a terrifying creature, a mythical beast.

One he transformed into every new moon.

For he, Prance the wolf, was actually a werehuman.