That night, Alger's dreams were restless, filled with turmoil. He lay in bed, eyes closed, but sleep eluded him. Moonlight streamed through the curtains, casting a sharp, silvery light on the sheets, making it seem almost blinding. His heart was still racing, the howl and the strange atmosphere of the forest echoing in his mind. No matter how hard he tried to calm himself, the unease lingered in the back of his thoughts.
He turned over, trying to find a more comfortable position, but with each toss, a sense of uncontrollable anxiety grew stronger. A wild impulse, a desire to chase, stirred within him, quietly awakening in his body.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his head, as if a powerful energy was surging within him. The pain spread quickly, overwhelming his entire consciousness. Alger clutched his head, his hands almost tearing at his skin. The force was so alien and intense, he couldn't comprehend it, only instinctively struggling against it.
"What is happening?" Alger gasped for air, even though he knew something was changing within him. But this transformation was so sudden, so inexplicable. His heart raced even faster, and in his ears, he could hear the distant howling of wolves, their deep voices seeming to provoke a strange force stirring inside him.
He opened his eyes, wanting to scream, but his throat had gone dry, the words strangled before they could emerge. At the same time, his hands grew heavy, as if some unseen force were pulling at him. He could feel his body slipping out of his control, that primal urge from deep within threatening to consume him.
"I... I... I've changed!" Alger finally realized what was happening. His body was stiffening, his muscles contracting violently, and his bones seemed to subtly twist. His vision blurred, and then, everything around him became unnaturally clear—he could see every tiny hair, every movement in the air.
He looked down at his hands, watching as his once familiar skin grew rough and pale, his nails lengthened and sharpened. His teeth began to make a grinding sound, as if they, too, were changing, becoming sharper. Fear and shock mingled in his chest, but he couldn't understand why this was happening to him.
"This can't be..." he shook his head desperately, trying to hold onto his sanity, but that wild force had fully overtaken his mind. He could feel some irresistible power awakening inside him. It wasn't just a physical change—it was a mental transformation as well. He was no longer a mere doctor. He was becoming a beast, an uncontrollable existence.
He shut his eyes, trying to escape this transformation, but then, that howl sounded again—clear and deep, as if calling to him.
Alger's mind became chaotic. He could no longer ignore it—the full moon night, the werewolf legends, things that had once seemed like mere stories, were now painfully real.