One night several weeks later when Greg was in bed, he was awoken by a growling wind and sheets of lightning. It was a night he would never forget—the night when everything changed. There was something in the air. Everything seemed to spell danger. While blood hunger roiled in his stomach, the urges, the nightmares that showed him brutal killings were blazing through his mind while his body contorted, twisted, stretched, and grew. There were curvatures in his body that hadn’t been there before. He took on an animalistic appearance. He became restless as a rogue wind blew in through the window and caressed his body, causing a flood of liquid fire to surge through his veins, giving him a hunger like he’d never had.
Running to the window, he looked out at the ragged clouds that stretched acr
