Commanding Nightmares
The waning moon rose higher and higher over Crenkshaw Hill. A lone wolf sauntered through the thick underbrush of the Vermont forest, yellow eyes gleaming in the light of the moon. The faint smell of civilization wafted past its nostrils, and she stopped to determine where it was coming from. The east. She turned in that direction and picked up speed until she was sprinting through the forest. On the outskirts of town, her body began to contort and convulse, and her once lupine form was replaced by human features. Long, razor sharp claws became well-trimmed, feminine fingers. Pointed nose and fierce canines retreated to be replaced by petite facial features. She stumbled on all fours, slowly regaining the strength to stand upright. These jaunts always left her feeling empty and weak.
Finally standing upright, she leaned on a brick building for a moment, before ducking into the alleyway, acutely aware of her nakedness. Four years later, and she can’t seem to remember to pack extra clothes for after the transformation. She looked around, trying to find an identifying building to get her bearings. To the north, she saw the neon sign of Ellen’s Diner, which was only a few blocks from her house. She quickly made her way down the street, careful to avoid the lamp lights. Although it was late in the night, she didn’t want to risk another public indecency charge. The last time, Carl had not been happy when he had…
