Don't Anger the Wolf -- July 1965 (DONE)

Johnathon Lupin had the gall to insult my family?  Really?  It was unfortunate that he had a lovely wife and son and had no idea who he was dealing with.  I didn't care if I went after teh boy or the wife... but I preferred teh boy.  I was infected at a young age.  I wanetd others to feel my pain and agony like I did.  I wanted to tear families apart.  I wanted them to suffer the same fate I did.  I stood in the woods and waited.  It was close to dark and I saw the boy playing in a sandbox.  Who would let their child play outside at dusk?  Apparently the wife had no sense of mothering.  I would wait until I changed and I knew enough to control my wolf to know when and how to strike.

I was out building a sandcastle with my mummy right inside. I could see her through the window. It was getting dark but the light outside was on and since she hasn't come out to get me, I knew I was okay to stay outside. It was a nice night... no bugs or anything! I was just playing in the yard anyways. so it wasn't a big deal.

Ah, the moon was rising at last. I saw the boy still sitting there playing as if all was well... but that would change in due time. I felt the heat spread through my body as it prepared itself for the morph. I didn't cry out anymore when I chagned -- I relished it. I could control the wolf. I crept forward to the edge of the woodline. I laid down, ready to pounce when I got teh chance. I growled and crept closer so that way the boy would see my glowing yellow eyes and get curious to come closer...

I heard a stick break and something else that I couldn't place. I looked up at the hosue and saw my mum still folding laundry. She could see me I knew. So I stood up to investigate. I saw something yellow -- it was glowing almost. What was that? As I drew nearer the glow I saw that they were eyes. Something was in the woods. "Mum!" I said loudly, surprised that my voice sounded strong. I was a brave young man... and just because an animal was looking at me, I wasn't going to scream like a little girl. I was hoping my yell would scare it away, actually.

If the wolf could smile it would. When the boy called otu to his mother I looked up pto see the mother sigh before heading to the door. This was going to be my chance! I pounced out atop of the boy and bit down hard on his chest and tearing all the way down to his abdomen. The blood poured into my mouth as I tore away his flesh. I didn't want to necessarily kill the boy... but oh how tempting it was once I tasted his blood.

I let out a scream when I saw a wolf jump out at me. I was so startled! Then my scream grew as the wolf bit me. I started crying and I tried to get the animal off of me as it started to attack me... but I was a smallchild! I was no match for a wolf! Things were starting to get dark, but I was still aware of the noises and everything around me. I heard my mother's footsteps but they stopped. Was she going to help me? I still felt the wolf on top of me, biting at my already gaping wound. It hurt so badly! What was Mum doing?

I looked up and saw the mother standing there in horror. She wasn't even doing anything to save her son. I stepped off of the boy, some of his skin hanging out of my mouth and his blood dripping to the ground. I growled at her, but she didnt' even move. I could sense that she knew what had happened. I raised my head and howled into teh night so confirm her fears. I jogged into the woods just out of sight. Far enough that I was sure they probably thought I'd be gone... but I wanted to see what was going to happen.

I rolled, crying. I tried to crawl towards my mum, but tears blurred my vision and I wasn't sure what was going on. Finally I blinked enough to see her standing there just staring at me. She wasn't doing anything! "Mum..." I said, barely able to form the word. I tasted blood... my body was shuddering... I was on fire! I was in so much pain! What had happened?!

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I was just walking through the door when I heard a howl. Oh no... what's going on? I thought. I dropped my briefcase and ran through the house to get outside. Romy was just standing there staring at our son... who was bleeding out! I ran to Remus and ripped off my cloak and rolled him over so I could put pressure on his gaping wound. I looked up to my wife. "What happened?! Don't just stand there, Romy! What happened?" I yelled at her, panicking. Before I would get Remus to St. Mungo's I needed to know what happened. She pointed to the woods behind me.

I crept out to where they could see me when I saw John Lupin. The realization in his eyes gave me the satisfaction I wanted. With one last howl, I ran off into the night. And I swear, if I could've been laughing, I would be right now. That's what I call a successful night.

I felt strong arms wrap themselves around me and I heard muffled voices yelling at each other. The only phrase that I made out was one that my mother said: Just let him die, John! He's a monster now... he deserves to die.

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I wouldn't listen to my wife. This was our son! He was no monster; the only monster here was Romy. I apparated to St. Mungo's and got Remus the help he needed.