The full moon hung heavy and bright in the night sky, its silvery glow casting an eerie light across the meadow. I, Katelyn, stood in the tall grass, my heart pounding with anticipation. My red curls tumbled down my back, and my amber eyes gleamed with a primal hunger. I was a werewolf, and tonight, the beast within me yearned to be unleashed.
I had always struggled with my dual nature. By day, I was a quiet, introverted girl with a penchant for self-harm. The razor's edge against my skin was a fleeting comfort, a momentary distraction from the monster lurking beneath. But as the moon rose, I transformed into something else entirely – a wild, feral creature driven by instinct and desire.
A twig snapped in the distance, and I froze, my senses on high alert. The scent of another wolf reach
