I glanced at my watch, and my heart skipped a beat as I realized it was almost game time. I had promised Coach I'd be there, I wasn't about to let him or my team down. I quickly gathered my gear and rushed out of the house, hurrying to the stadium.
As I ran, my mind started to focus on the game ahead. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins, my senses were on high alert. I pushed aside thoughts of the full moon and the dangers that came with it, determined to give it my all on the field.
I burst through the stadium gates, my eyes scanning the field for my teammates. The stands were already filling up with fans, and the energy was electric. I spotted Coach on the sidelines, I knew I had to get into gear. I sprinted towards him, ready to get down to business and give the game my all.
I took the field, the game was tough all the way the opposing team scored 23 points and my team scored 19 points. The timer was about 2 minutes to end , I then realized I had to use my quarterback position giving me the perfect opportunity to utilize my werewolf abilities without arousing suspicion. I had been working hard to master the art of blending in, using my supernatural strength, agility, and speed to enhance my game without making it obvious.
As the game intensified, I seized critical moments to tap into my powers. I used my enhanced strength to deliver crushing tackles and blocks, sending opponents flying. My speed allowed me to sprint down the field, dodging defenders with ease. My agility and quick reflexes enabled me to make impossible catches and evade sacks.
In the evening light, my low-light vision gave me an edge, allowing me to track the ball and my opponents with ease. My enhanced hearing picked up on subtle cues, helping me call audibles and stay one step ahead.
But I was careful not to overdo it. I made sure to make some mistakes, to appear mortal. I fumbled a pass, stumbled on a run, and let out a few frustrated yells. It was all part of the act, part of keeping my secret safe.
As the game wore on, my team began to gain momentum. We scored touchdowns, made crucial tackles, and slowly but surely, we closed the gap. The opposing team's lead was dwindling, I could feel the energy of the crowd shifting in our favor.
But just as we were gaining confidence, disaster struck. I felt a strange sensation, a tingling in my fingers and toes. The full moon was rising, I could feel its call. I gritted my teeth, fighting to keep my transformation at bay. I couldn't let my secret slip out, not now, not ever.
I burst off the field, sprinting into the woods as the full moon's power surged through me. My jersey ripped in half as my body began to shift, my claws bursting forth from my fingertips. I felt my bones breaking, reforming, and shifting, my body contorting into a wolf like form.
But this wasn't just a normal transformation. The full moon's influence was too strong, I couldn't control it. My body twisted and contorted, my senses overwhelmed by the primal urges that coursed through my veins. I was no longer human, no longer wolf I was a beast, driven by instinct and fury.
I thrashed through the underbrush, my paws tearing at the earth as I struggled to find my way back home. The forest was a blur of sounds and smells, I navigated it by instinct alone. My mind was a maelstrom of primal thoughts, my only goal to survive the night and find a way to regain control.
As I ran, the world around me dissolved into chaos. I was a force of nature, unstoppable and unrelenting. I didn't know what lay ahead, but I knew I had to keep moving, to find a way to harness the power of the full moon and emerge from this night with some semblance of sanity intact, That was when I blacked out .
I slowly came to my mind, foggy and disoriented. As my vision cleared, I was met with a horrific sight: a pool of blood surrounded me, dead bodies lay scattered across the woods. I stumbled to my feet, my heart racing with horror and dread.
"What have I done?"
I cried out, my voice shaking with anguish. I stumbled through the carnage, my paws leaving bloody prints on the ground. I saw the faces of the victims, their eyes frozen in terror, and I knew that I was the one responsible.
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I had lost control, given in to the beast within me. The full moon's power had consumed me, and I had committed unspeakable atrocities. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, and I collapsed to the ground, overcome with grief and self-loathing.
How could I have done this? I thought I was in control, but the truth was, I was a monster, a creature driven by primal instincts and a thirst for blood. The weight of my actions crushed me, and I let out a anguished howl, mourning the loss of my humanity and the lives I had taken.
I slowly regained consciousness, my body aching and my mind foggy. As I sat up, I realized I was lying naked on a roadway, my clothes torn and scattered during my transformation. I looked around, trying to get my bearings, but the surroundings were unfamiliar.
I used my heightened senses to try and locate my way home, but the scents and sounds were foreign to me. Panic began to set in as I realized I had no idea how I had ended up here or how far I was from my territory.
I stumbled to my feet, my naked body exposed to the elements. I looked down at myself, covered in dirt, blood, and scratches. I had no memory of how I had gotten here or what had happened after I blacked out in the woods.
As I stood there, trying to piece together the fragments of my memory, I felt a sense of dread wash over me. What had I done during my transformation? Had I hurt anyone else? And how was I going to get back home without being detected? that's when I blacked out again .
I slowly opened my eyes, my body still weak from the transformation. As my vision cleared, I saw a woman standing over me, concern etched on her face. She was beautiful, with long, curly brown hair and piercing green eyes.
"Welcome back," she said softly, her voice gentle. "You've been through a lot. How are you feeling?"
I tried to speak, but my throat was dry and my voice came out hoarse. The woman nodded and handed me a glass of water, which I gratefully accepted. As I drank, I tried to piece together how I had ended up here and who this woman was.
"Where am I?" I asked, my voice still rough.
The woman smiled. "You're in my home. I found you on the side of the road, unconscious. You've been here for a few days."
I looked around the room, trying to take in more details. How had I gotten here? And what had happened during my transformation?
I couldn't help but think about the mysterious man lying in my bed. If I hadn't picked him up from the roadway, who knows what would have happened to him? He might have been stuck there for days, or worse, stumbled into more trouble.
Ava's Pov
As I gazed at him, I couldn't deny the attraction I felt. His eyes, though closed, seemed to hold a depth I couldn't quite grasp.
Look at those biceps... wow!!!!
Even in a coma, he looked strong and capable.
Four days had passed since I brought him home, and I still knew nothing about him. No ID, no phone, no clues. Just a ruggedly handsome stranger who seemed to have dropped out of nowhere.
Despite the mystery surrounding him, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Maybe it was the way he seemed so peaceful in his sleep, or the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. Whatever it was, I was intrigued. And a little bit smitten.