Rey stood at the edge of the forest, feeling the familiar yet terrifying pull within her. Her skin prickled as the curse began its nightly transformation. Her Jedi robes strained against her growing form, the fabric tearing as the beast emerged. Each nightfall brought a fresh wave of fear and helplessness. "Not again," she whispered, as her eyes turned a feral yellow.

The beast's massive paws crushed the fallen leaves beneath it, leaving a path of destruction in its wake. It moved with a predatory grace, driven by instincts that were not its own. Somewhere deep inside, Rey fought to regain control, her mind a battleground of human thought and animal instinct.

Inside the beast, Rey could feel the tug of the Force, a flicker of hope amidst the chaos. "I am still here," she thought, clinging to her humanity. But the beast roared in defiance, its voice echoing through the night.

Gradually, Rey's form began to shrink, the beast's fur receding to reveal human skin. She collapsed to the forest floor, gasping for breath, her body weak and trembling. The transformation complete, she lay surrounded by the remnants of torn fabric, the morning chill biting at her exposed skin.

Rey awoke slowly, her mind foggy and disoriented. She sat up, pulling the tattered remains of her robes around her for modesty. The events of the night were a blur, but the weight of the curse remained, a constant reminder of the beast within. "I have to find a way to end this," she resolved, determination hardening her features despite her vulnerability.

She took a deep breath, the crisp morning air filling her lungs. "I won't let this curse define me," she vowed, as she began to make her way back through the forest, each step bringing her closer to a solution and a future free from the beast's grip.