Moon Wolf

The Realization

Insanity. Pandemonium. Discord. Crazy. Any other word of choice. That describes the party. Glitter, cupcakes, confetti, party hats, ribbon, cups, shoes. Everywhere. Loud music blaring from speakers. People dancing. You now know what the party was like. Julia was fine until midnight. She suddenly didn't feel well.

Staggering into the bathroom, it seemed like pins were poking into her skull. Then it felt like knives were stabbing her chest. She endured what seemed like an animal clawing her insides. A black wave swarmed at the edge of Julia's vision. She battled to stay conscious, but lost. She passed out.

Julia awoke to a terrifying scene. Dead bodies were littered across the floor. Blood was everywhere. Taylor was the last alive other than Julia. Taylor was standing on a table, a silver fork in one hand. Tentatively, her voice quaking, she asked, "Julia?" Julia rubbed her head and asked, "What happened?" Taylor replied, "Julia. You're a werewolf."