#006 ★ WEREWOLF AU // KARDIAERASTI

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                              THERE   IS   NOTHING   BUT   EXCRUCIATING,   all-consuming   pain   ripping   through   his   body.   His   skin   feels   like   it’s   on   fire,   and   Steve   has   to   keep   himself   from   attempting   to   peel   it   off   of   his   bones   with   his   fingernails.   He   doubles   over   and   grits   his   teeth   against   a   scream   as   another   bout   of   pain   tears   through   him,   driving   him   to   his   knees.   Beneath   him,   the   forest   floor   is   cool   and   he   can   smell   the   rotting   vegetation.   He   can   hear   the   sound   of   an   insect’s   wings   flapping   from   yards   away.   Everything   is   too   intense   and   it   rocks   through   him   like   an   earthquake.   

Overhead,   the   full   moon   shines   through   the   sparse   canopy   as   though   it’s   taunting   him.   He   can   feel   the   pull   of   it   in   his   bones,   and   his   heart   is   hammering   so   fast   in   his   chest   Steve’s   sure   it   will   burst   from   his   chest.   He   clenches   his   teeth   again,   presses   his   hands   into   the   ground,   fingers   digging   into   the   soft   dirt   as   something   inside   of   him   pops,   then   cracks.   His   bones   are   shifting,   his   organs   are   moving,   and   all   he   can   think   about   is   the   pain.   

Then   he   doesn’t   remember   anything   at   all.

The   first   thing   he   hears   when   he   wakes   is   the   sound   of   a   stream.   Steve’s   eyes   flutter   open   but   his   vision   is   blurry   at   first.   It   takes   several   moments   before   he   realizes   that   he’s   in   the   woods,   and   he   can’t   remember   how   he   got   there.   His   entire   body   hurts,   as   though   he’s   been   run   over   twice.   He   groans   as   he   moves   to   sit   up,   bracing   himself   on   his   hands.   There’s   a   metallic   taste   in   his   mouth,   bitter   and   coppery.   He   wonders   if   he   bit   his   tongue   but   it   doesn’t   hurt.   

Steve   brings   a   hand   up   to   rub   down   his   face   and   that’s   when   he   notices   it.

Blood.   

Blood   on   his   hands.   Blood   on   his   chest.   He’s   not   wearing   any   clothes   and   his   bare   skin   is   streaked   in   gore.   

Panic   sets   in   and   he   gasps,   a   shudder   of   terror   moving   down   his   spine.   He   scrambles   toward   the   stream   and   thrusts   his   hands   into   the   cold   water.   His   skin   turns   pink   and   raw   as   he   scrubs   at   his   hands.   The   entire   time   he’s   biting   down   on   his   lip   and   tears   sting   his   eyes.   

“Ohgodohgod,”   he   says   over   and   over   again.   

What   has   he   done?