Chapter 3: The Transformation
Emily's Pov
I woke up to the sound of howling. At first, I thought it was just a wolf in the distance, but then I realized the sound was coming from me.
I sat up, looking around in confusion. I was in a clearing, surrounded by trees. The moon was full overhead, casting an eerie glow over everything.
As I looked down at my hands, I saw that they were changing. My fingers were shortening, my nails growing into claws.
I felt a wave of panic wash over me. What was happening to me?
But as I looked around, I saw that I wasn't alone. A figure stood at the edge of the clearing, watching me.
It was a boy, tall and lean, with piercing yellow eyes. He was dressed in a pair of torn jeans and a black leather jacket.
"Who are you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
"My name is Liam," he replied, his voice low and smooth. "And you, Emily, are a werewolf."
I stared at him in shock, unsure of what to say. But as I looked down at my hands, I knew that he was telling the truth.
I was a monster.