I can feel it racing through my veins.
Silver energy with a lupine soul.
A pentagram burning in my eyes.
The change is slow.
The agony unbearable.
Falling to my knees,
a surge of adrenaline and fear.
Screams turn to howls.
Fear me not for what I was,
But for what I have become.
A child of the night,
A daughter of the moon.
Blood and death will come soon.