Chapter 3

The next dawn, as the sun began to rise and the moon faded from the sky, Isaac felt the familiar transformation back to his human form. He lay on the forest floor, exhausted and disoriented. The reality of his situation hit him harder than ever.

He was stuck in a cycle of transformation-human by day, werewolf by night. With each day, the longing for human connection only intensified. He missed the touch of human hands, the sound of human voices, and the comfort of human warmth.

Yet, Isaac couldn't deny the thrill and power that came with being a werewolf. He found solace in his newfound abilities and connection with the natural world. He ran through the forest with incredible speed, scaled cliffs with ease, and felt the rush of connecting with the earth on a deep primal level.

As days turned into weeks, Isaac adapted to his new life. He learned to control his transformations to some extent, though the full moon still brought out the rawest of his instincts. He honed his senses and reflexes, mastering the art of hunting and stalking. But the feeling of loneliness still gnawed at him, like an ever-present emptiness in his heart.

One day, while exploring a part of the forest he hadn't been to before, Isaac stumbled upon a small clearing. In the center of the clearing, a woman sat, her back to him. She was petite, with a waterfall of silken hair cascading down her back. She was humming a tune, her voice melodic and beautiful.