Jacob stood beneath the flickering street lamp. He stared at it, bouncing a rock in his hand. Up, catch. Up, catch. Up, catch. His breath steamed into the cold air but he paid it no attention. Up, catch. Up, catch. His ears twitched.
Knowing nobody was nearby, Jacob took aim and threw. The light exploded above him in a brilliant shower of glass and sparks. He walked carefully, avoiding fragments from the lamp until he retrieved his rock. It
was
a good rock.
The young man whistled as he made his way to the next lamp, further down the path. He wore a nondescript hoodie and plain, baggy sweatpants. It was easy to miss in the dark but he wore no shoes. Every nerve along his arms and legs and back were thrumming with energy. He wanted to shout, to laugh, to race and leap until he couldn't breathe. Instead, he contained it all and shattered the next lamp with perfect aim.
Now finished, he sat in the darkness on a nearby bench. Legs wide, left arm draped on the back of the bench, he smiled and scented the air.
Not yet
, he thought to himself with a wide, toothy smile.
Not yet but soon.
The park was huge and paved with a wide concrete path, perfect for joggers and happy couples out with babies in strollers. Jacob sat at the far end of the park, closest to the forested area. He'd stalked his prey for a while and it was time to end the hunt. A brave animal called to another before falling silent again.
Jacob leaned back on the bench with his eyes closed. He reached his right hand down, pushing the band of his sweatpants. He smiled and stroked himself slowly. A long sheath covered the man's cock, naked but for a few black hairs dotting the length. It ended below his belly button and, as he squeezed and pulled at it, a red tip emerged. He brushed the tip and traced his fingers down just as the base began to swell and the sheath pulled away. The man's engorged cock slid free and he sighed, moaning in pleasure.
Faint footsteps caught the man's attention and his lips trembled as he breathed deep.
Soon.
So soon.
He stood, pulling pants completely free. He reached for the bottom of his shirt to remove it and then crashed to his knee with a grunt. His back cracked and spasmed and his spine rippled, pushing at the flesh. Jacob pulled, ripping the shirt in half. The man panted with his head bowed. Rage and hunger and the need to mate roared through his head. His lips pulled back as his canines slide down, grinding against his jaw.
Before he lost himself completely, he grabbed his shirt and pants and ran into the woods, moving tree-by-tree towards the first broken light and just beyond. He paused at one tree, gripping it tightly with both hands.
Kill, eat, hunt, prey, fuck, blood, rage, howl, kill, eat-
Jacob slammed his forehead against the tree and then again trying, as always, to control the beast. His fingers cramped and cracked and claws slid forth under his nails, digging into the tree's trunk. He moaned, trying to remember who he was, sliding down to his knees as his claws tore chunks of bark free.
The young man snapped at the air with deadly fangs and then cocked his head, listening. His eyes reflected golden moonlight on a face dotted with dark black fur.