Narrative Essay Wolf

I haven’t change into a wolf on my own will since…well is it’s been three years. Being in wolf form reminds me to much of my mum, to much of when she died, too much of that day. The only time that I have changed in the last three years has been on full moons. It’s not like I can help it, we have no choice. The thing about werewovles is that we can turn at will. We can transform anytime of any day. There are some people that don’t turn into their wolf form at will, there are some that change as many times as they can. Some like the trill and become immune to the pain of the change. But no matter what happens, everyone who is a werewolf turns on a full moon. The pain of turning on a full moon is unbearable and horrible. The first few times are the worse, but it doesn’t really get that better as time goes on. Even the most experienced

It’s not just going to hurt, you are going to feel pain that you have never felt before and I wish I could do something about, I don’t want to see you in pain. But there is nothing that we can possible do to make the pain going away.”
Mum grabs my hand and holds it. I can see the fear in her eyes and I realise that she isn’t scared for herself, she is scared for me.
“Once you do make the transformation, you won’t be able to control what you do anymore. It it’s always going to be like this. Only on full moons. Your animal instincts will set in and you won’t remember anything that you do in the morning. That is why we lock ourselves in.” Alpha James stops for a second, I think so I can try to comprehend everything he is saying. In reality I start to feel the fear creeping up on me. I didn’t know this. Why didn’t mum tell me about this?
“I know that this is a lot to take it and you might be scared. But you don’t need to be, your mum and me are going to be with you ever step of the way. Do you know that old building, which is off limits to any of the younger pack