Transformation

For the second time I found myself waking up in am unfamiliar location. I was no longer outside and I felt a blanket covering my body. My entire abdomen burned and every breath I took felt like I was inhaling fire.

Unlike in books when characters wake up confused and thinking whatever they went through was a dream, I remembered everything and the pain only told me it was all real. Looking around at my surroundings I noted I was in a dark room. There was a couple windows and sunlight filters through the cracks of the blinds covering them. But that was the only light source. I lay in a bed with a black weighted blanket, and I was no longer butt naked. Instead I had on a large plain black tee and boxers.

I found that weird but at least I was clothed. Besides me was a wooden nightstand with a plain looking lamp that had no shade cover over it. There was a door on the other side of the room, and beside the door under one of the windows was a love seat. Sitting up I looked ahead of me and at the edge of the bed was a messy desk, and above it was a board covered in a map with notes and circles.

Thinking back, I remembered the strange man who turned into a werewolf before me. Maybe I should of been panicked. Maybe I should of doubted what happened. Maybe I should of tried to get out of here.

But oddly enough I felt unfazed. Even though my entire world and reality had just been shredded, none of it bothered me. The only thing I felt other then empty inside was anger. Pure fiery anger that blazed inside me. But I remained calm.

I would not do this out of blind anger. I would be careful. I would plan it out.

Plus, if I'm right then the only reason I'm awake and breathing right now is because the man turned me into a werewolf. I have no idea how to be a werewolf. Or control it. I know absolutely nothing. And he said he'd teach me. So... Where was he? There didn't seem to be any other rooms. Except a bathroom that I could clearly see into.

Currently I was alone.

Slowly I turned my body around and placed my feet on the cold wooden floor. Every movement sent a sharp pain throughout my body. My mouth felt dry as well and it was hard to swallow. But other than that my head felt clear and I had no trouble seeing.

I lost a lot of blood so the fact that I can move at all Is a surprise. I pushed myself off the bed and stood up, I felt incredibly weak but managed to limp my way over to the desk. My destination was the bathroom but I had to take a moments to catch my breath.

Curiosity took over though and I found myself looking at all the notes on the desk.

Lycaon cult: A group of men and women who worship Lycaon and aim to bring him back from the depth of hell to walk upon earth once more and bless them with the gift of lyacnthrope.

I've been following them for months now. They seem more active and that worries me. Have they found a way to bring him back? If so I must stop them.

Before I could read anymore there was a click and I turned to watch the door push open. I scrambled to move to the bathroom, not wanting to be caught snooping. I made it in time to the bathroom doorway as the man who found me the other night walked in and kicked off his shoes. He froze when he noticed I wasn't in the bed and looked around seeming to relax when he spotted me.

"You should be laying down. You're very weak," he said, as he kicked off his other shoe and set down a black backpack on the love seat.

"I was thirsty..." I wasn't lying. I didn't see any kitchen in here. It literally was just a room with a bathroom. I figured I'd get water from the kitchen sink at least.

"Well... Fair enough. Here lay down and I'll get you some water..." He walked over to me and offered his shoulder for support.

I took his offer and he walked me back to the bed. I should be wary of him I know. But he saved my life. He didn't have to but he still did. Plus I got no ill vibes from him. He was about one or two feet taller then me, and I was 5'5. He had black curly hair that seemed to do its own thing going this way and that way, and his skin was a slight shade darker then my pale skin. Granted I was paler than usual but still. His eyes were a pretty amber color and he had some facial hair covering his jaw and chin.

He was attractive not gonna lie. When I was leaning on him I could feel some of his muscles and he didn't feel or look like he had a lot of body fat. But then he's a werewolf right? It'd only make sense for him to have a fit body.

Once he helped me back into the bed he walked over to the desk and reached under it. He then pulled out a water bottle and handed it to me. It was cold?

I gave him a questioning look.

"I have a mini fridge by my desk."

"oh...well thanks."

I unscrewed the cap and took slow sips of the water. The cold liquid felt reileving on my burning insides.

"I'm glad to see you're awake. Its a good sign but unfortunately that doesn't entirely mean your body will accept the curse. You have yet to transform and if you survive it, then you will officially be a creature of the night."

I thought about his words carefully. I may still die. But my chances of surviving have increased. Hmm.

"How do I transform?"

"You can't control your first shift. It'll happen soon. By night probably. We have a couple hours but I will take us to the woods before dark so that you transform in a safe environment away from humans. If you survive, I'll guide you and teach you."

He walked away over to his bag, and dug through it for a moment before pulling out a black bathrobe and tossing it to me.

"Change into that. You'll have to be naked when you change, but that will at least keep you from being exposed."

He turned around then and went into the bathroom. I'm assuming to give me privacy.

I did as he said, as quickly as I could. And sat back down. After a few minutes he came back out wearing his own bathrobe.

"Hey..." I said getting him to look at me, "who are you?"

"You can call me Nyc."

"Well thank you for possibly saving my life Nyc. Im Ray." I paused to take a sip of water, "why did you though?"

"Save you? Because they were making you suffer. They were using your body and soul for horrible dark magic. If they had completed their ritual both you and your friends soul Would of been sent to eternal damnation. One worse then hell. Plus, I can never let them complete that ritual. If they do... Something similar to the witch trials will begin in humanity."

"Why? What are they trying to do?" I already knew. Kinda. Something about lycaon. But I wanted him to tell me more.

"They're trying to bring back the first werewolf ever created. Lycaon. They want to spread the lyacnthrope curse and rule over humans because they view werewolves as the superior being."

"Thats stupid... Wait are they werewolves?"

"In a way... Some of them have the ability to transform only during a full moon. But they are not a true lycan like lycaon, me, or the very few others that therer are."

"Why don't they just try to get people like you to make werewolves? I mean I totally don't want them to fulfill their goals but that seems easier than raising a dead guy."

"Because the very few werewolves there are, aren't stupid. Were not immortal and were outnumbered for one one. For two, the curse is very selective and the chance of it changing a person successfully is less than a 10% chance."

"And.. Why is that?"

"Because you're body is literally tearing itself apart to take an entirely new form and change your DNA drastically. Most people cannot handle the transformation and it kills them."

Alright, I thought. Makes sense.

Basically, if you cant handle turning into a giant wolf creature you'll die.

"But then, why try to bring back Lycaon? What difference would it make to them?" Everytime I said Lycaon I felt like I should know the name from something. But I couldn't quiet remember what.

"Lycaon can change anyone. His blood is pure lycan, so therefore it has a greater chance of turning someone."

"Oh."

The conversation kinda ended at that. And he quickly moved to put on his shoes and grabbed his bag, moving towards me and then going through the nightstand and grabbing some clothes from it. He shoved the clothes in the bag, zipped it up and turned towards me holding out his hand.

I let him help me up and we excited the building. The sun was beginning to set so I assume we were headed to the woods. He led me to black scrappy looking car and helped me into the passenger seat. I felt anxious. Would I be strong enough to survive the shift? I was on the brick of death, my body is barely healed. What exactly are my chances of surviving?

I wanted to ask. But I kept my mouth shut as he started the car and we drove out. I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes.

I woke up to Nyc slightly shaking my shoulder. I sat up straight and noticed we were parked near a large stretch of trees.

"Let's go, we don't got a lot of time left."

He stepped out and came around the car to help me out. Rather then letting me use him for support he suddenly picked me up into his arms and held me bridal style.

I wanted to complain. But I felt tired and out of energy.

We trudged through the woods, everything getting darker as the minutes ticked by. I found the woods comforting, I always loved nature. Before all this, I'd take regular walks through the nature park. I have no idea where I am now. I don't know where I was when Miranda and I woke up tied to a slab.

I'd find out later maybe. If I didn't die.

After a while of walking Nyc finally stopped and set me down onto the ground. He set his bag next to a rock and took off his robe, folded it nearly and set it on the rock by his bag.

"You can keep your robe on, but I'd suggest taking it off so it doesn't rip."

This man was weird. I got no personality off him. Maybe he was just well guarded but he seemed very passive and just... Weird. Not a bad weird, more like... Mysterious and just like he had a history. I wonder how he became a Werewolf. How old is he? I'd have to ask... If I get the chance.

I took his suggestion though and peeled off the soft black robe. He was respectful and didn't stare at me. I gave him the same respect. He did however take my robe and fold it and set it next to his.

"I truly do hope for you to survive this Ray."

He didn't give me a chance to respond, because he began to shift. Like last time I watched his body morph and listened to the snapping of his bones. His mouth grew out and his skull shifted, his ears pointed out and he began to grow fur. I watched as he started to look more and more like a wolf. But he kept a humanoid structure.

When he was done shifting he stood on his two hind legs and looked down at me with bright gold eyes. Certain parts of his body didn't have fur, mostly his chest and I could see scars spread across the darkend skin. Did all wolves have black fur? Gold eyes? Or was it different for certain people?

He leaned down on all fours and kept eye contact with me. He was waiting.

It didn't take long. I clutched my head when a loud piercing ringing violated my ears, reverberating around in my head. I felt hot and cold, my body began to tremble and I felt as if the earth was vibrating beneath me. But none of that was the worst of it.

It was when my bones began to snap and move around inside me that I really regretted ever being born. Nothing could describe the immense pain. I could literally feel my bones bend, break, and move underneath my skin. My insides even, I felt them move and shift in my body. When my skull began to crack apart and shift I could hear it. I wanted nothing more than to die in these moments as my entire body tore itself apart.

I vaguely heard myself screaming. For a moment at least, but then my teeth began to fall out of their gums and my mouth filled with blood. Making me choke and vomit. I felt a new set of teeth push through my gums soon after.

What really sucks... Is I was awake for the entire thing.

For what felt like hours, I was in agonizing pain, but just as quickly as the pain came, it disappeared and everything seemed to fade out as hunger took over my mind.