For Crying Out Howl

A/N: I just wanted to let you all know, that there probably will not be any sexual situations in this story. This is mainly me letting out my wolfish side. 

I could feel the need to change riding me. I had to get out of Duluth before tomorrow. I waited too long to change this time, and I can't risk what I might do being around so many humans. Living as a lone wolf does have it's setbacks. My name is Brycen Trist, and I'm a werewolf.

I told my supervisor that I couldn't make it to work for the rest of the week because of a family emergency out of state. Hopefully they wont fire me. I hopped in my mustang and drove for the Chippewa National Forest, one of the closest forests to Duluth. A good cover, and plenty of wolves, even if I am bigger than any wolf could get. Hopefully I wont get tagged this time. I have a scar from digging out the last one. 

It takes me nearly 3 hours to get there, and another half hour messing up the underneath of my car on dirt roads trying to find a secluded spot to park and change. I finally undress, stuff my clothes in the trunk, and hide a spare key under a rock. I walk for a while into the forest, and luxuriate in the feel of the forest ground on my feet, the air on my body, the scents in the air that will soon get ten times sharper.

I finally stop as darkness comes and the full moon shows it's pale, beautiful face. I get down on my hands and knees, breath in the scent, then, as I'm breathing out, it starts. First, painfully the bones crack and pop as they rearrange themselves to my wolf form. My muscles move, stretching and shrinking where they need to. My ears move to the top of my head, my jaw elongates, my nails become claws, a tail forms at the bottom of my spine. And last, the fur and eyes. My eyes go from a green hazel to a hunter green color, and my fur is a stunning silver color with black highlights, while my hair is dark blond. I've gone from being a  to a 190lb human, to a 240lb alpha male wolf. I'd say my head reaches 4 feet on all fours. Never found a way to measure that one. I stretch out all my muscles, going from front to back, including my tail. Even though I spend most of my time as a human, I always miss my tail.  

Next I smell all the surrounding forest. I can smell all the different tree: aspen, birch, pine, and some maple. I smell dirt and forest decay. I hear an eagle call out, searching for prey. A woodpecker makes some noise on a fallen birch tree that is being reclaimed by the ground. A rabbit scurries out from the forest into my meadow, then thumps her feet and cries out, before running back where she came from. But she needn't worry, I'm not hungry, yet. Many more animals go on about their lives in this forest. 

Finally, I'm ready to run. I launch into the forest, causing alarm to most animals as I run past. My Muscles burn from lack of exercise. No amount of running on two legs can compare to running on four. I dodge trees and bushes, I step on some thorns, but keep going. I can smell my blood, but I know it'll heal, so I'm not worried. Then I come to a river and stop to take a drink. The cold water is a shock to my sore paw. I lay down in the water to take a look at my paw and discover that a thorn is stuck in my paw. I know I'll tear my paw pad up if I try to take it out in this form, so I wander back into the forest to another meadow and change back to human. 

I sit cross legged and study the thorn. The change has mostly healed the wound, but the thorn is still in there. A werewolf body can spit out a bullet, but put anything natural in it, such as a thorn, and it doesn't notice. We are a part of nature. I use my nail to push the thorn out of my skin, creating a new hole. A drop of blood comes out with the thorn, and my hand throbs in relief. I close my and around the wound, and sigh. With each change that goes by, I miss the Pack even more. Nothing could make me go back, though. The Pack has done too much damage. 

I hear a rustle in the bushes, I figure another rabbit, but then I catch the smell. Human. I turn around, and catch sight of a woman watching me. I look past her as if I hadn't saw her, looking around the rest of the forest for anyone else. I don't care if people see me naked, but no one can see me change. She continued to watch, probably to afraid to move. So I walk back to the river to wash the blood off my hand. And she follows. What a strange woman, but she's no wolf, so I'm not interested. I lay back into the sand next to the river, and nap. I figure she'll leave while I rest, seeing as that's not interesting. When I wake, it's dawn, and she's gone. 

A/N: I finally finished. I'll probably begin a new chapter tonight, and have it posted tomorrow. Thanks for reading, and please review!