Before Eleanor woke up, Simon got out of bed, watching his lover fall asleep with exhaustion. There was sadness in his eyes.
Simon decided to go to the riverside in the moonlight. He saw his reflection in the river water. He slowly changed from a human figure into a hairy monster with sharp nails and long canines.
Simon hits the water, which has an image of him as a werewolf monster. He growled, annoyed at his fate.
"Why was I born as a werewolf? Why was I born a monster?" Simon muttered as he stared at the moon.
A voice answered Simon's question. A man who stifled a mocking laugh and then smiled. He had the same smile as that old geezer who gave a curse or a pact.
However, this time the man did not appear as an old geezer but as a young man who looked the same age as Simon.
"What is it, Simon? Aren't you happy being a werewolf? Aren't you so proud of yourself for being mean and causing trouble?"
