Her second full moon. Ayla knew what that meant. She only had a little while longer before she lost control of who she was. A month or two and she’d be nothing more than a rabid and wild animal. Maybe then those who had been her family and home would have to put her down. They’d already abandoned her, Ayla was as good as dead already. Now it was time for them to finish the job.
It was hard to find a private spot in New York City. But here she was, in a deserted spot of Central Park, her screams echoing off the trees surrounding her as the bones in her body broke. Did this ever get better for the creatures who turned again and again? Ayla didn’t want to find out, she knew she’d be put down before that happened. Falling to the ground, Ayla clawed at the dirt with her growing elongated nails as her scream turned deeper. Bones crack and she arched her back in an inhumanly way. Through the screams and cries, she didn’t hear the footsteps approaching, or sense the other watching her from the trees. All that mattered was the pain.
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