Free I am Wolf (The Wolfboy Chronicles) by Willow Rose

entire
body reacted to it, like adrenalin was rushing inside of me causing my heart to
beat faster and my muscles to grow. I felt my clothes tightening around my
chest and legs.
    “Left!” the officer yelled and threw the girl in the
direction where a flock of elderly women and small children were walking. I knew
what that meant. We all did. We had heard about it. The elderly and children
couldn’t work, so they were killed.
      “NO!!!”
screamed the mother and tried to fight the soldier that had grabbed her and
started dragging her away.
    The daughter screamed too, called for her mother,
screamed that she wanted her to come back. But the officer slapped her across
the face while yelling at her.
    That was when it happened.
    I had no idea how or why, but suddenly it was like my
entire body exploded right there at the train station. I had to pull off my
clothes, the heat coming from inside of me was too intense and my body was
growing to the extent that I was unable to fit into it. My shirt ripped, hair
grew out of my hands and on my neck. I felt pain as my hands suddenly changed
and claws appeared. Then I felt my face change as fangs grew out. Turmoil
arose. I heard people around me scream and yell, trying to get away from me.
Soldiers ran towards me pointing their guns at me while staring at me
astonished and paralyzed, the guns shaking heavily in their hands. I growled
and howled. The officer holding the little girl stared at me completely
motionless and paralyzed. All I could see in his eyes was fear. Then I jumped
him. I leaped through the air and with hardly any effort killed him with my
claws. I heard a gunshot and saw people throw themselves on the ground
screaming, afraid to be hit. I felt bullets tear into my fur, but they never
harmed me. They felt like small needles on my skin, but never painful. I was
growing stronger, I thought. For the first time I was fully aware after having
turned.
    I threw myself at one soldier at a time, ripped them
apart, then on to the next, biting them, ripping them with my claws, even some
of the ones who tried to escape were caught and killed by my ferocious claws.
    When all the soldiers were dead or had run off I
stared at the crowd surrounding me. I saw fear in their eyes as well when they
stared at me. I couldn’t blame them. They feared they were the next victims of
the vicious beast.
    Still panting, I stared at the many dead soldiers when
I sensed the fury in me slowly wear off, then evaporate and transformed back
into a human. It was painful and I cried out while the hair disappeared, the
claws and fangs withdrew. I lay on the cold ground when I returned to myself,
moaning and groaning. A flock of people had surrounded me. All stared at me
with astonished eyes. Only one face dared to come close.
    The face of the little girl. She reached out and
touched my cheek gently and carefully. In her eyes I detected no fear, only
compassion.
    “Wolfboy,” she whispered. “You’re a wolfboy.”

Chapter 13
    N ot knowing what else to do,
whether they should fear me or not, people soon started to back up and run
away. Soon the train station was almost empty and I realized we all had to
leave in a hurry. It wouldn’t be long before more soldiers arrived.
    I felt strange getting back on my feet, like my head
was spinning, I was very dizzy. I kept staring at the dead soldiers and looking
at the blood running from their bodies on to the ground beneath them. I felt
drawn to them, to the bodies and I suddenly felt an incredible, almost
overwhelming thirst. I snapped my teeth a couple of times like I wanted to bite
the flesh, devour the meat. The hunger was unbearable.
    The little girl and her mother helped me find the
remains of my clothes and even if they were ripped I was able to get somehow
dressed. We even found my hat.
    The little girl kissed my cheek before they began
their walk. They were going to try and hide somewhere in the countryside, the
mother said and then eventually maybe