He was on fire, burning up with an intense heat he could barely cope with. At least that was what if felt like. The continual hunger was gnawing at him from within. Michael dimly knew it was not supposed to be this way. It was daylight, and he was still in wolfen form. He could barely remember the previous night's hunt. There were flashes of memory, humans being surrounded and slaughtered deep within the forest - and yet he could not remember everything fully. Something was not right....had something happened to him that he couldn't recall? He stumbled through the undergrowth, the scent of another human fresh to his senses off in the distance. A female by the aroma - they always drew his senses in with far more intensity that the males.  He was almost delirious now with the need to feast. It was almost as though he were sick from such an intense ravenous hunger, perhaps some sort of spell had been laid upon him? That was it! He had a momentary flashback. An old haggard crone that he was about to rip open was mumbling some words, and there was a bright flash of light. Darkness followed. Perhaps he had collapsed? Could the humans had thought him dead or were they just happy to escape his pack?<br/><br/>In either case it didn't matter now, he was alive but what sort of magic had the witch cast upon him? Stumbling towards his prey in the distance, he could hear her heart beating like a drum as he got ever closer. He could almost taste her now. By the gods she was screaming to his senses. For some unknown reason her blood was singing to him, the need to devour and feast upon her hungrily almost too much for him to bare. He was already almost insane for the need to feed, and he raced faster and faster across the distance between them. He was ready to strike, ready to plunge his fangs and claws deep inside of her to rip and shred and tear. He wanted to feel her warm, tangy lifeblood drooling down his face and covering his torso. He was close now, his own saliva dripping off of his tongue in anticipation of the taste of her flesh.<br/><br/>All of a sudden another bright white light assaulted his senses. The moment he was about to strike, he collapsed in extreme pain at his victim's feet. He clutched his head, screaming in agony and an animalistic cry escaped his lips. It wasn't fair, he had been cursed. He knew he was going to die if he didn't feed soon, his life force withering away from him at a rapid pace. Michael blacked out, knowing the human girl had seen him moving to attack her. He was at her mercy now, and there was little he could do in his precarious and weakened state. The last thing he remember seeing was her beautiful face looking directly down towards him, an arrow notched in her bow ready to pierce his heart and put him out of his misery once and for all.