...Grabbing handfuls of dirt, he tried to fight the awful change, but, a soon as the sun dipped to its fiery death, the moon took control of his life, and the unnatural force tore through his unwilling body. Reason fled; his heart raced. Falling on his hands and knees, he let loose a keening cry as his face elongated, his body changing into canine, fangs filling his mouth.
This is WAY better than I expected. Perfect for this time of year. It is chilly, really chilly out. The hubby is building a bonfire. I got hot dogs and marshmellows ready. Everyone has their warm Jammie and robes on. We got sleeping bags. Family fun tonight.
...and the young male is here too. Ha!