Tormented by constant nightmare, he swam in lucid dreams he had no control of. The last sane memory he had was of his graduation and his girlfriend, then they attacked...<br/><br/>Now, all he knew was odd periods of consciousness where he would find himself in weird places, in a tree or knee deep in a creek. These brief periods of control lasted mere moments before he was thrown back into a sea of nothingness where the silence nearly drove him mad.<br/><br/>That was before. Now, the periods between waking have become much worse...<br/><br/>Now, he relived the gruesome experience of the attack over and over. The memory of his love being ripped apart, the sound of gunshots from his father's 9mm he had pulled from the truck, and the feeling of their teeth ripping into his flesh replayed over and over again.<br/><br/>Werewolves. He had no idea they were real, but the harsh reality had ruined his life. He wasn't sure he was even alive sometimes. He felt helpless, unable to control anything anymore. It scared the hell out of him.<br/><br/>He suddenly realized he was running. A dull roar in his ears turned out to be wind rushing past his head but he was going way too fast. Something wasn't right. Shaking his head he finally woke up and felt pain rush through his body. He fell, slamming into the cold, snow covered ground and tumbled over and over as he finally skidded to a stop.<br/><br/>He laid in the snow for a moment, staring up at a white sky, breathing hard and confused out of his mind. He was running but didn't remember how far or how long. He didn't even remember starting. Holding a bruised shoulder, he stood finding himself in an open field, covered in a layer of cold snow.<br/><br/>Looking himself over, he hugged his arms close, wearing only his jeans and a white silk shirt that didn't offer much protection from the cold.<br/><br/>"What the hell?" he muttered, "Where the hell am I?" Panic began to set in. He was miles away from anyone, in the middle of nowhere with no clothing for the weather and no food. Fear began to grip his chest.<br/><br/>"Hello?" he yelled, then thought it stupid to even try. The odds someone was all the way out here was impossible, wherever here was.<br/><br/>How the hell did he get here anyway. He remembered nothing and feared when he would slip back into whatever was happening to him. He also feared where he would end up next.<br/><br/>A loud clack was heard in the woods nearby as deer competed for a mate, making him panic for a moment. There was some rustling, then a Buck and a Doe ran across the field and out of sight. He stood shivering as he watched the trees rustle a bit more, then ducked behind a bush when he saw something emerge, his eyes going wide.<br/><br/>Another Werewolf, carrying a dead deer on it's shoulder emerged and walked off into the trees and he felt himself slip away once more, falling forward into the snow. Struggling to stay conscious, he focused his mind on what he saw, the height, build, fur color of the Werewolf. He thought about it's stance, the strength it took to carry the deer, anything to keep his mind focused and sane. His head swam and darkness began to come, but something finally snapped in his mind at the last minute, his eyes opening and his body felt powerful, coursing with adrenaline. He urged to yell and scream in pain that came with the rush of adrenaline overwhelmed him and in the solitude of the open forest he let it out, and it came out as a loud, long drawn out howl...<br/><br/>It scared him beyond belief at what he did. He winced through the pain, on his hands and knees breathing hard. Through squinting eyes he watched his hands become bigger, covered in fur and black, razor sharp claws form on his fingers. A yelp of pain erupted from his throat and his arms gave out, making him fall in the snow where he laid helpless as the pain washed over him. He knew he was changing but how he was doing it and what he was changing into, he didn't know. The pain soon subsided and he tried to pick himself up off the ground, but his strength had vanished and he was forced to lay there, the snow soaking into his fur, and he struggled to stay awake. Tears began to well in his eyes. He knew this is where he would die...