[ WP ] Write a story in which a character transforms into an animal or an animal transforms into a human

`` Another'' I say to the bartender, he pours another shot of whiskey without a word but there's a look in his eye. The kind of look that led me to leave everything behind and run to the middle of nowhere to some mountain at the peak of winter where no one else would go willingly unless you already lived here. That ’ s why it ’ s suspicious I ’ m here. I'm an outsider. 
 The bartender knows it so maybe it's time I leave before trouble finds it's way to me. I pay the bartender and leave a tip with whatever I have left in my pockets, he scowls at the lack of an offering. Definitely time to go. 
 
 It ’ s getting dark and the snow is falling staggeringly quick and heavy, though it ’ s not cold outside. I don ’ t feel the cold anymore, in fact I ’ m always overheating. 
 The cabin I rented for a few days is just past a burst of trees at the end of a long street leading away from the town and towards the woods, sitting next to the edge of the rest of the forest, secluded and just how I like it. Not just for personal taste but a necessity for the safety of everyone else, because when the moon is full like it is tonight, I change into something else. A beast. A Werewolf. 
 
 Drinking always helps with the transformation, it still hurts like hell but it helps. I make my way through the woods into a small open area between some large trees where earlier I placed some raw meat trailing into the forest so after I change so it doesn ’ t go sniffing for food in the town. I take off all my clothes and hide them under a tarp on some rocks, there ’ s no certainty where I ’ ll wake up in the morning but luckily leaving my clothes out, the beast must pick up the scent and I always find myself nearby. Despite being naked in the snow at night time my body starts to heat up and I start to feel the blunt knives of pain in my limbs. The change is starting. 
 
 I fall to my hands and knees as a massive surge of pain envelopes my body, I can feel my skin stretching and growing fur and my bones shifting underneath my flesh. I arch my body forward as my spine almost seems to eject outwards then snap back again as if to set my posture accordingly. My hands and feet now resemble clawed paws and I can feel the tail start to grow from my lower back. Sometimes this hurts the most, to grow a tail from nothing. My head feels like it ’ s splitting open from the pain now, as I feel blood pouring down my face like water in the shower. This is the part where I usually pass out. 
 
 I awake to the gentle touch of the new days snowflakes lightly landing on my face, and the sun shines through the trees making beams of light pour into the forest. The forest. Good, I ’ m still outside of town and no one is hurt. My body feels strangely relaxed after each transformation, as if all the stress and rage I keep inside as a man is released raw and open to the world as a wolf. 
 As I hoped I changed back not too far from where I left my clothes, I put them on and make my way back to the cabin. Another thirty days to go. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

