Blake
Murphy's law states; Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.
A sudden pain coming from my spine made me fall to my knees.
Despite this not being my first change as a werewolf, it didn't make it any less painful.
My breaths came out in short pants just as each bone snaps into a new position and a new form;
*c***k* there goes my femur
*Break* and my arm.
Skin stretches over my new form whilst fur simultaneously covers my prior sweat drenched one.
'Just a little more Blake' My wolf insisted.
I nod slowly looking down at my now extended claws which were once fingernails. As I felt my face contort, forming my snout and elongating and sharpening my teeth, I knew it was over.
Lifting my nose into the air I tracked down my little mate's scent which came from a house in the
