The full moon cast an eerie glow over the forest, its pale light filtering through the dense canopy of trees. The silence was almost suffocating. Oberon stepped out of the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest. Something inside him felt off, a restlessness that he could not shake. He had tried to ignore it, but the urge had become overwhelming.
The bloodthirst surged within him, an uncontrollable hunger clawing at his insides. He needed to hunt, to sink his teeth into flesh and taste the warmth of blood. Driven by this primal instinct, he trotted off into the forest, not caring where his paws took him. The forest was a labyrinth of shadows and scents, and he followed his nose, the promise of a kill urging him forward.
Oberon's eyes shone bright as the full moon rose. His body started to change, muscles moving under his skin.
