Werewolf to Man

My stomach growled. The moon glimmered like a diamond in the sky. My fur stood like spikes, and I shuddered. My teeth pincered inward, and my fur fell. Moonlight shone in my eyes, and I went unconscious.

When I woke, I was one of those pack-less, plastic-eating humans. The chill air pinched me. My brain whirled with a thousand thoughts I never had before, and within a second, I had a headache. I should put on some clothes. Why in the world would I need clothes? I am a wolf. Well, not anymore. Why do I feel like I did this before? Many times. I went into a cave and began digging. Soon after, my hands ached, and some disgusting liquid came out of my body. I fell on my back and rubbed my arms and face as hard as I could, but it just kept coming out. What is this? Then air swept and cooled me as if I dived into a river. Hey, it’s pretty good. Now, I know how those humans live in those self-made caves. I dug more and finally found the clothes: an awfully bright pink shirt and dark blue jeans. Honestly, I can’t tell jeans apart: they all look the same. I put on the clothes and continued my quest to find some food. Human food, more specifically.

I didn’t know why, but the clothes made me feel safe like tigers stared at me from the dark, but now they were gone. I walked out of the forest, and the twinkling lights of a shop’s neon sign caught my eye. Its swirls chained and pulled me. I tried to read it, but my knowledge of human howling wasn’t that great. A fat man with majestic hair stood behind the counter. I looked at him, his eyes red from sleeplessness. I grabbed a wired half-white, half-blue tube, and walked toward the door.

“Hey, you need to pay for that?” said the shop owner, and he waved toward me.

I leaned over him and snapped my teeth. “I won’t join your pack.”

“Hey, take it, man. I don’t want any trouble.”

I smiled and exited the shop. I slid my hand on the tube. Its minty smell swirled in my nose. Its white texture shined in the moonlight. I licked it, but it had no taste. No worries. I lept at it and took a mouthful. Ugh! It’s disgusting—What is this? The slimy monstrosity ravaged my mouth. It’s like eating rotten eggs. I shook my tongue, but it got stuck to my tongue like a leach. I scrapped my floor, but it made the soil its friend. It took the dirt with it in my mouth. Tears leaked from my eyes. Will I have this slimy, dirty mouth forever?

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“That’s toothpaste, you idiot,” said the shop owner.

Toothpaste?

But then smoke rose in the distance, lubricated with the smell of fresh meat. I ran toward it, and it howled at me. A woman cooked some steamy kebabs on a grill. I don’t know how I know their name.

I approached her with muffled steps and mustered all my knowledge of human barking. “Please, may I have one of those?”

She jerked toward me, and her eyes sunk in. She screamed like thunder and it fell on me like lightning. Her teeth came out, ready to bite me. I screamed too, and it cracked my neck. My heart beat like a drill machine. How do I know that? Her face darkened until she resembled me. Well, past me. I fell, and other humans surrounded her. They stared at me like a pack of hungry wolves. They should really eat those smoked, juicy kebabs. Anyway, I jumped to my feet and ran away.

I stopped after a while. My neck was as dry as a browned leave. My head swirled, and the headache from before returned. My stomach cried, but I had no strength. But I still walked. Sometime later, I reached a hot dog stand on the side of the road. I don't know how.

“Hey, man,” the hot dog guy waved at me. “Come here.”

“You know me?”

“Yeah, man, you come here every night when there’s a full moon. Here, have a hot dog.”

“I won’t join your pack.”

He laughed. “Why do you always say that? Are you a werewolf or something?”

He handed me a steamy hot dog. But on that food of heaven lay that same red and yellow slimy monstrosity. I looked at it for a while, but it smelled so good. So, I took a bite, and it filled the world with colour.

“Guess, you humans aren’t that bad after all.”

He grinned. “You said the thing. You know, for a moment, I thought you won't say it.”

My eyes fell on the bottom of his stand. A wolf was on it. It looked like me with its long black eyes and grey fury. I looked at him, and he already knew my question.

“A wolf saved me from a bear a few years back. I decided then to change my life. So, I opened this stand. Pretty neat, right?”

I nodded and bit the rest of my hot dog. How the hell do I know what it's called? The hot dog filled me with a sense of nostalgia. I definitely have done this before.

Sunlight beamed from the canopy of the forest. I woke, and leaves crunched beneath my claws. I licked my fur and shook my body. A tie dangled from my neck like a rope. Wait, why am I in a suit?