The Stalker Wolf

I took a peek at the round shaped shiny moon, It was right above me. I felt uncontrollable energy surging through my body. I was naked in the forest but that didn't bother me because I was busy staring at the moon. It was like the moon controlling me. I felt my foot twisting, I quickly looked down and held it thinking that I could stop the pain by putting a pressure on it. Then my fingers started to itching and tingling at the same time like something poking from the inside oh, that is impossible! I quickly let go of my feet and held my hand looking for a way to stop the feeling but I was stopped when someone sharp came out of my finger. I no longer have fingers It was now replaced with claws. I saw silver colored hair growing in my chest in seconds I was covered thick hair. When touch it was smooth like dog fur but I lost the comfortable feeling when I felt shots of pain coming from my knee. I growled when my knee shattered making me fall to the ground. I heard every bone in my body cracking. I screamed but nothing came out, the whole place was silent the only thing I can hear is my heart racing. I don't even recognize my voice anymore. Even in all of that pain, I looked up at the moon waiting for it to calm me down like it did earlier but it didn't, I fell on the ground when I hear my spine cracking. I screamed so loud but a car engine sound interrupted me. I quickly opened my eyes, jumped grabbing my blanket to get away from the garage that I was sleeping today. I remembered my weird dream, it's always the same thing and always happens under the full moon just like my anger problems. I pulled up my loose jeans ignoring my racing heartbeat and started my journey to the town to find something for lunch. I'm still full from burnt deer last night so I decided to skip breakfast. Hunting deer, rabbits, and other wild animals once a week is my new of surviving this torture. It's been over a month after they kicked me out of that house for punching my father, correction; my adopted father. Thinking about it, I could've handled the situation without letting my anger get in the way but that night was the full moon. I used to release my anger by playing football, wrestling, swimming, to be honest, I joined every sport in my school but my 'dad' said that I was too old for that and forced me to quit everything. I am not like other teenage boys, I am stronger and also bigger than them. It just added me to the list of twenty reasons why I should play football but my dad ruined everything. That's when I slipped, turned into an alcoholic. Drinking was my way of getting the anger under control and it worked, only for a while. I still remember that night, I finished playing football with my friends in a field near my house and arrived home. No one was there. They have always been there for me in the full moon night to prevent me from doing crazy things but that night they weren't. I was all alone. I was walking around nervous thinking about how to get through the night without attacking someone. Suddenly I noticed the closet door in my parents' room was left wide open. I entered the room to close it but a weird dusty old box hidden inside the closet caught my attention. I quickly grabbed it and sat on their bed not knowing that my life is going turn into hell after opening the box. It was protected with lock, my school locker type of system. I smashed the box and saw a small piece of paper Take care of my lovely son, 14.07.1999. That later was written one day before my birthday, I saw another file behind it. After reading the file my heart shattered into pieces. It was an adoption certificate, my adoption certificate and that later was from my real mother. I just found out that my whole life was a lie. I felt so betrayed, so angry at my adopted family. How dare they look into my eyes every day and lie straight to my face. They've been doing that over seventeen years. My anger was now directed towards my real family for giving me up, I just want to cut them into tiny pieces. I was scared of my stupid thoughts so I quickly grabbed a can of beer and took a big gulp as the burning drink entered my throat I know I wasn't done. Finally after drinking over thirty can of beer my rage just vanished. I sat and waited for them. They arrived, I confronted them. Father and I got into a heated argument, I punched him so hard and broke his jaw well you know the rest. Here I am living in the streets stealing foods and hunting animals to survive. I don't whether the want me back or not but I'm sure as hell not going back there, I'm not shameless. They should've talked to me nicely instead of spitting on my face and kicking me out in the middle of the night. It was like they didn't want me there and for that I will never forgive nor go back to them. I can survive without them. I will survive...