The Turning

Loud cracking sounds could be heard in the woods just outside my window. I looked out my window to see if I could glimpse anything. Among the trees I saw a shadow move then it was apon me. A huge beast that resembled a wolf landed on my floor. It's fur was onyx black, shiny with some kinda liquid on its fur. "Woah there calm down" I put my hand up and back up slowly. The beast snarled at me foam coming out of its mouth.

It was so fast I wasn't able to react. Lunging at me it was like a blur, sinking its teeth into my shoulder. I screamed out in pain but was able to grab a knife off my bedside table as I fell. The wolf had me pinned and went to bite me again. This time I swung my blade into its side. The wold grabbed onto my arm tearing it to peaces. The wound the blade caused opened wider and began to pour blood all over the floor. As I laid ripped apart and barely alive the wolf dropped onto my chest dead. I passed out from the pain in that moment and the blood loss.

Hours later I opened my eyes the wolf still lay on top of me. What surprised me was I didn't feel any pain. I looked at my arm there wasn't a scratch my shirt was torn. But my arm and shoulder were now fine. Pushing the wolf off me was easier than I thought with its size. My hair seemed to be longer than I remembered almost to my shoulders. My beard was more full as well just how long have I been out.

I stood up and looked outside this time all the trees have been burned to ash. "What the hell is happening!" I ran outside yelling out to see if anyone would respond. Nothing but silence, running into the center of town I saw a sight that would be forever in my nightmares. People layed everywhere dead completely ripped apart. Blood everywhere and limbs scattered around the ground. No one was left alive "what happened". I looked into the building and called out but no one answered me. In the distance I heard howling and I could smell something. Growing stronger than the stench of the blood and corpses.

I went back to my room to get what I could find and leave before more wolves showed up. As I entered my house and walked into my room the black wolf was gone. In its place layed a big man, huge holes in his shoulder and neck. There was also one really bad wound on his side. It's where I stabbed the wolf the skin around the wound was burned black. The wound was bigger than the blade I used. I picked up the knife on the ground and put it in its sheath. Tying it to my side I put on a fresh pair of cloths. Then filled a bag with what I though I would need. One more glance at the dead man I noticed he was wearing a ring. I took it and put it on memories flashed into my mind. Not my memories but this mans memories he was a warwolf. I've been infected with the disease when I survived the attack. Realizing what this ment I started to panic. But I took a few deep breath and composed myself. there must be someone who can help me.

I left town heading in the opposite direction of the howls I heard and this scent I could smell. There should be the city of Starcrest this way a few miles. I trekked through the woods staying alert this is when I noticed something. Tons of different scents filled my nose to many all at once. My hearing was sharp I could hear things I'd never noticed before. It was to much for me at first but I got a handle on it and continued on. For days I walked only stopping to eat and rest for a bit.