Lila sat frozen on the edge of her bed, her eyes glued to the television. The room was dim, save for the flickering light of the screen, casting shadows that danced eerily across the walls. As the footage played, Lila's heart pounded louder than the muted soundtrack. Her own figure, distorted and monstrous, filled the screen. The image showed her, or what she had become—a towering, nearly 7ft werewolf, with fangs glinting under the moonlight.
Lila wandered through the university park, her mind a whirl of confusion and fear. The rustle of leaves underfoot and the distant chatter of students barely registered as she grappled with the impossible reality. Her senses were heightened; every scent, every sound felt amplified. "How can I live like this?" she whispered to herself, her voice tinged with despair.
Lila met Mark at their favorite café, where the aroma of coffee and the low hum of conversations wrapped them in a semblance of normalcy. Mark was oblivious to her internal struggle, his eyes warm and loving. "Excited about the wedding?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine happiness. Lila forced a smile, nodding, while her heart clenched with the weight of her secret.
The transformation came suddenly, triggered by a surge of anger. Lila had retreated to a shadowy alley, trying to calm the storm inside her. The full moon was absent, yet the transformation began. Her body twisted painfully, bones cracking and reshaping. She let out a guttural growl as her vision blurred, and her humanity slipped away. "No, not again..." she managed, her voice a mix of desperation and primal growl.
Lila awoke in her bedroom, the early morning light gentle on her skin. Her body ached from the transformation, her mind foggy with the remnants of the beast's presence. She ran her fingers over the new scars that marred her skin, reminders of the night before. "I must control it," she resolved, determination hardening her voice.
Lila stood on the rooftop, overlooking the city bathed in the golden hues of sunset. The wind whipped her hair around her face, but she stood firm, a newfound resolve in her heart. She knew she could never share her secret, but she could learn to control it, to live alongside it. "I will find a way," she vowed, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon, signaling both an end and a new beginning.
