Growing Up Werewolf

I was fourteen years old once. I was a naive pup.

Waiting for my shape shift to happen for the first time.

The thing with a first time is it’s always the time you remember. You never forget. The one that you carry with you always in the back of your mind. You think you know what to expect, but you never do.

Especially if you don’t see it coming and it’s nothing like you imagined. Nothing you’ve been told before.

It can’t be undone once it’s done. Once you truly become a werewolf.