There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, and Myra felt her insides burn like she was far too close to the sun; her legs weakened, and they wobbled as she fell to her knees.
The crimson moon had begun.
She screamed out in pain. “Oh God, stop, please stop!” She grunted through her teeth from the pain, feeling the possibility that this could be her last day as her body stiffened.
Her hands dug into the grass, grappling over her control as she felt the most pain in her lower calf as the bones crackled and her screams echoed from the forest.
“Ugh! ...Make it stop…” She cried as her wrist cracked forward; a cry slipped from her lips as Myra found that she wasn’t able to talk anymore and her body had shut down.
Myra felt regret and terror at what she was going to become and how she was go
