@touchofsomething

It happened. Like it always happened. Every month. Like clockwork. The morning after was always the hardest. It wasn’t the dirt. It wasn’t being naked in some field, because honestly, Ross Chase MD had nothing to being ashamed of as the condition made his body like marble made flesh; no, it wasn’t any of that. It was the headache. The fucking headache. And the exhaustion. Who would have thought that one night in the woods would have changed his life forever? It was supposed to be a simple celebration: he had passed his intern exam! Ross was officially a 2nd year surgical resident. But that night made him also cursed... a beast of the night... a dog of the moon... a lycan... a werewolf.

But that was so long ago. Seven years ago actually. And in that time, Ross dealt with his curse. Thank God for his support system. He wouldn’t have made it through, and he wouldn’t have become the pediatric surgeon he was today. Well, today, he stood to his feet and made his way to the rendezvous point. Looking at himself, he sighed.