Authors note: this is my first submission. I chanced upon literotica.com and have been thoroughly engrossed in it. I hope this will be the first of many submissions. If your looking for a quick fix this will undoubtedly disappoint. I want to try and have readers connect with the characters. All persons in this story are 18+ Thank you and enjoy!
I was laying there on my bed just slightly awake. Dusk was being overtaken by night and the last vestiges of sunlight were almost gone. It had been a couple years since I made the move to the city and had regretted it ever since.
I looked at the open window of my one bedroom apartment. I could see the wind billowing the off white curtains. The cool night air was calming and almost mocking to my skin. If I was still in a small town by the country side, it would be a perfect night.
I sighed aloud and climbed out of bed. Completely naked I walked to the open window shutting it. "Why did I move here?" I sighed again asking the tiny apartment. But I knew why I had moved here. I was looking for something. My dad had said one day it would happen to me. He said it happened to all of us. He said that eventually our instinct and desire would lead us to find a mate. Of all the conversations me and ol dad had had, that was the mildest.
As I walked back to the fridge a memory of one of those old conversations flooded back and I felt like I had traveled back in time. I took a long drink of water from the jug in the fridge and put it back closing the door to the fridge. I closed my eyes and breathed in deep letting the memory consume me.
"Why are we here dad?" I asked. I was 13 again.
My father looked down to me. He smiled warmly and put a hand on my shoulder. "It's a big night for us son. Tonight we find out if you take after your dad or your mom." he answered cryptically.
I was confused as I looked around. We were sitting in a clearing with the timberline just behind us going up the mountain. The air was a little chilly as spring had not quite set in.
I wondered what my father meant as I looked obviously like him. Even then at 13 though, I knew moments like this with my father were going to become cherished memories.
We sat on a log watching the sun set. The pinks, oranges, and yellows streaking thru the last bits of blue were as vivid in memory as the day I was there.
My dad looked to me and said, "You come from a very special family son. It has a lustrous and colorful history that started with a curse that ended up being a blessing. In almost every great conflict this world has known our family has been there silently watching and protecting loved ones and just causes. Tonight that blessing may be bestowed on you or you may live your life with no change and be like your mom; a loved one to protect."
As dusk dissipated, the moon began to rise. My father stood quickly. "Fear the first time is normal. But don't worry boy. I'm here." he said warmly to me.
It was the first full moon after my thirteenth birthday. As my dad stared at me intently I felt it suddenly. My heart started beating faster. My neck muscles started twitching. I doubled over in immense pain screaming. "WHAT'S HAPPENING! STOP IT...STO.." I trailed off in a guttural scream.
My father's words drifted to my ears like whispers. "It's ok son. Just try and focus on the moon. " he said.
I looked up at the moon almost hating it for looking so peaceful. As I looked, though, the pain was lessening. The blood roaring in my ears was quieting. The muscles in my body stopped feeling like they were being torn. And as a sudden calmness enveloped me, I took a deep breath. The smell of pine trees, dirt, and...a deer? I looked down from the sky to see my father smiling. He looked taller though. When I tried to stand I fell over on my back and a yelp escaped my lips.
My dad burst into laughter. "You can't walk like that right now. Take a look at yourself. " he finished with a grin.
But he didn't have to tell me. When I fell back I saw it. Thick dark brown fur all over. The tattered remnants of my clothes laying all around me. I shifted my weight to my side and stood in the only way possible, on all four limbs.
"Welcome to the pack son." said my father.
I opened my eyes and blinked slowly feeling tears well up. Four years ago my father had disappeared. "Thank the moon for the memories," I said to myself.
I knew I couldn't put it off any longer. The yearly trips home weren't enough. I grabbed a wrinkled gray shirt with a pocket on the left breast and pulled it on; grabbing pants as I headed to the door. With a zip they were on and I headed out the door making sure to lock it and placing the apartment key in the hiding spot above the door jam.
I knew there was no way to put it off. It had been months and I needed the change and the freedom and calmness it brought.
As I walked down the stairs to the parking lot I kept taking quick deep breaths. I had never had the change in the city. I was always worried that my heightened senses would go crazy here but I had found a relatively large park on the edge of the city.
The trees and small "lake" were poor excuses for nature compared to home but it was far enough from the city.
I slipped into a dark alley for the change. I looked up to the peaceful moon and let it calm me as my clothes tore away and the animal came out.
Even in human form, my sense of smell was heightened. But it had not prepared me for the assault on my nose.
