Werewolf: they act entirely like a wolf while they are in that shape, and will prey upon any human or other animal.

The ability or misfortune to become a werewolf was conveyed in different ways: by curse , enchantment , sleeping in the light of a full moon, being conceived under a new moon, eating wolf meat, drinking where wolves have drunken or putting of the wolf skin.

The werewolf effects take place in the hours of darkness and subjects conceal their wolf skin and hide their activities during the day, completing the Jekyll and Hyde persona of werewolf exstence.

A/n I have seen many book that claim to be about 'werewolves' it always bothered me that they all had the legend wrong.

Here is my take on the true 'Werewolf'
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His eyes flutter open to the bright morring sun. He quickly shuts them against the bright rays as they stream down through the forest canapé. Instantly he listened for any threat that maybe near by. He hears nothing other than the light breeze through the trees, and the passing of cars on a near by highway.

He reopen his eyes to see the birds in the trees nervously hopping from limb to limb. They made no sound in their movements. They were watching for what he might do next. He is a threat to their world. He is the monster here.

His mother warned him of others reaction to the monster within him. She had shown his the best ways to hide his nature from others. It was easy with humans. They did not look to closely. They always looked for the best in people. The animals were a different story. They could feel the danger of the werewolf.

He sat up slowly, sliding back so he could lean against the hard bark of a large oak tree. The birds fluttered wildly at his sudden movement. They sounded their warning to the other animals in the woods. The bushes suddenly shook as a small rabbit quickly hopped away.

He looked down at his hands, they where covered with rust colored blood. A large doe lay mangled not but a few feet away. That's the part that he could never understand about the werewolf. Killing without feeding or protecting one's self. Just killing for the sake of the act. It was the nature of the beast. The anger and rage inside him that drove it to kill.

He looked up into the morring sky, the scavengers were already flying overhead looking for the easy meal of the doe. He knew that it was time to get moving. It was only 12 hours until dark. Tonight was the new moon. He could feel the power of the beast crawl under his skin. Today was when it all began, his brithday. He sent a pray to St Hurbet that one day his torment would end.

He quickly pushed off the tree and starting moving down the hill. He had left his hiking gear near the small stream not far from the main freeway. When he got to the water edge he did his best to rid himself of the most of the doe's dried blood. He was glad to see that his pack and few supplys was where he left them.

He pulled out a clean pair of jeans and a black long sleeve tee shrit. He pulled them on quickly. Then sat on a near by rock and pulled on a fresh a pair of socks and his hiking boots. Once he was dressed, he threw the pack over his shoulders. It took him some time to make his way down the hill to the road.

He set a quick pace as he walked down the road. He keep his head low, his eyes stayed fixed on the sun bleached concrete road that flowed under his feet. He let his mind wonder to his other way out of this life. A picture of gun holding a single silver bullet that was hidden deep his backpack pop into his head.

Up ahead he saw a rest stop sign it was still some five miles away. He made that his next goal. He learned early that traveling by foot was the best way to go. It keep him off the grid, and out of trouble. He just hoped that the rest stop had a vending mechine. He did not want to spend the next 10 hours hungry. Being hungry was not the best way to wait for the night.

When the off ramp came into view, his legs and feet were really starting to hurt. He made his way to the large red brick building. His frist stop would to be the bathroom. This rest stop did not have a shower so he would just have to make the best of it.

Once he is inside the restroom he checks to make sure he is alone. He relives himself, and goes to wash his hands. He takes a look at his reflection in the mirror for what seams like the first time in years. His dark brown hair is longer now and, he also is now sporting a full beard. His green eyes look hollow, and dead. He runs his wet hands through his hair to make it look more human. He could not risk drawing attention to himself. He knew he needed to get moving fast. Only seven and a half hours left untill the setting of the sun.

He stood near the vending area. He watched as a young mother helped her child get the snacks for the rest of their trip. The woman was a pretty blonde. She looked to be in her mid-thirthy. The little girl had beautiful head full of red hair. The child could not be no more than four at the most.

"What's wrong Sarah, didn't the cookies fall?" The mother knells down to help her child.

"Stuck" the little girl replied. Her voice was soft and sweet.

He stepped up to the pair "I could help if you need me to." He tried to sound friendly. He never allow himself this. Talking to normal people, he knew that he was not fit to be near them. If he s lost control, it would only take one bite. To curse human to what he was something he could never live with. He only does it now because he needed to get moving as quickly as possible.

The young mother looked up and smiled britely at him seeing no danger. "Thank you, these things have a mind of there own sometimes." The mother stepped back so he can retrieve the child's cookies. The small child hid behind her mother's leg.

He curled his large hand into a fist and gives the display glass a few good raps. The force was just enough to make the cookies fall. He bends down and pull the child's snack from the mechine. He remains crouched as he holds out to package to the beautiful little girl.

The little girl slowly step out from behind her mother's leg. She keeps her large blue eyes on him as she steps up to take the cookies. "Thank you." The child shyly replyed. As she takes the package, and holds the cookies to her chest.

"Your welcome." He tries to give the girl a friendly smile. It's been so long sense he felt the need to smile he not sure if he succeeded. He has been alone for the past eight years. He is no longer knows how to interact with people.

"Alice Quein, by the way. This is my daughter Sarah." He looks at her hand held out to him. He stands slowly and, takes a breath before he shakes her hand. Her skin is soft and cool aginst his warm ruff hand.

"Robert Lycacon." When was the last time he had used his real name? He could no longer remember. He had no ID that proves that was even his real name. All of his family were gone now. There was nobody alive who could even reconize it was his real name.

"Thanks again." The mother calls. As she and child walked away with a backwards wave. He watched as the woman was greeted by a strong looking male. They looked like a happy family. He wanted that once a good life, and a loving home. Children.

The beast within would never allowed that. He could never trust himself to be that close to someone ever again. The ones he loved, could die if he was to close.

He turned away from the family. It was time to get his food. He needed to get on the road. He could not afford to spend to much time in this public place.

Only 4 hours left.......