Transitions (Part 2)

Controlling the beast was another matter. Luckily, it could be contained in the car, and I would get back home at dawn before anyone realised I was gone. What a mess I always looked when I woke up, drenched in sweat and naked, my dark long hair all wild and wrapped around my shoulders. However, I was strangely calm and satiated. The calm after the storm. The first time I saw myself in the car mirror I was shocked, but lately I laughed at myself instead. Then it occurred to me one day: I no longer wanted to be stuck inside the car when the time came. I wanted to be free and see what happened. The next time I was going to set the beast free to follow its desires… come what may. A sly smile crossed my lips and my eyes sparkled with wicked delight in the morning sun. The beast was hungry for fun.

Launch

So how about this for a blog? This is the story of my life, in case you are interested (which I presume you must be if you have landed here, unless it was a mistake!). So enter the story of how I became a wolf...

New Moon Day

Today I feel sad. I have no energy. The tide is at its lowest. You can practically see all the rocks out to sea that are usually covered, slippery and dark. Treacherous to walk on… I ride it out, pleading headaches and tiredness. It will pass as it always does. People are starting to look at me strangely though. Katy pulled me to her office today for a ‘personal chat’. “How is your well-being?” she asked. “F*cking marvellous,” I wanted to reply. Instead, I just say I am feeling a bit low since my gran passed away. Brilliant - that does the trick! She is pleased and I leave with a bundle of leaflets and a counselling number I am told to call. This is easier than I thought! The wolf-skin I now wear hides me well amongst the crowd. What idiots! I am not depressed at all. I am just waiting for her to call me again: my beautiful full moon.