Now the pain is beginning to subside, and I know that I have transformed fully. My eyes shoot open and search angrily for an escape route. Knowing what tonight was, I worked to the best of my ability to lock myself away before turning. Hopefully, this time I won't escape the room.The last time I used my father's shed asking him to chain me up, the transformation process just contorted my body in such a way that the chains just fell to the ground and I think it goes without saying that a wooden shed couldn't hold me. Pieces of the shed splintered apart into a zillion pieces as I came exploding out, smashing the confines of the small building to rubble beneath the force of my powerful claws. Tonight, I went to a room in the very building it all started in. Over the last two weeks, I have been reinforcing one of the cells at the asylum. My father welded half-inch steel sheets to the window frames and over the door that only unlocks from the outside. My mother was supposed to hold onto the key until morning so that there was no chance for me to get out. I padded the floor, ceiling, and walls so that I might get caught up in tearing it out and not getting out. This is it! Time to put the room to the test. I rose from the ground my usual 8 feet tall, smacking the top of my head on the now padded ceiling. Agitated, I began punching the ceiling, clawing at it, and shredding the padding that lined it with ease. Fluff flew in every direction when, all of a sudden, my claws struck the metal on the ceiling, causing sparks that cascaded down, and I stopped in amazement at the sight. I began striking the metal repeatedly, making a shower of brilliantly bright and beautiful sparks. As I attacked the ceiling, I felt my claws tearing through the thin layers of metal, giving way to the softer parts of the construct. The vigor of the wolf was renewed as I began to tear more violently at the ceiling. I do everything in my power to stop, to even do so much as shift my attention to something else. Though I couldn't do anything to change what I was doing. After a few quick minutes, I tore through the ceiling and leaped to the next floor through the hole. To my relief, I was in another locked room. Just when I thought my mind could relax, I flew out towards the door, smashing through, breaking the door clean off its hinges. I left the building in a bloodthirsty frenzy, searching for the victim of my next attack. It didn't matter who or what it was. I searched all across the city, finding only a few small rodents hidden among the trees. I began running through the woods until I heard a large group of people shouting and cheering. I turned on a dime and made a path directly through the woods. Soon I began to see bright lights and burst out of the tree line, leaping over a chain-link fence. I was at a college in a town not too far away from my own. I flew down the football field towards the teams of football players raging with an unquenchable thirst. People began to scream and run in fear, trampling over one another. Thousands of people were in the stands, but I didn't care. My mind was set on one of the players. He wasn't the biggest or even the most notable of the two teams, but I could smell the sweet scent of his blood mixed with sweat. He and the others ran as I tore down the field. Reaching the group, I slammed the players on my way to the side, making my way to my prey. As I close on him, I am screaming at myself to stop, begging that I begin to lose ground. The next thing I know, I am on top of him and ripping off his helmet. Rearing back my head to go in for the kill, I screamed at myself, "No!!!" As I screamed I saw my head come down slowly. I locked eyes with the young man who was once my prey. His blue eyes were like the clearest waters of the ocean, his skin was the color of honey, his hair as gold as the midday sun. He looked as though he could see right through the beast on top of him to me. As if he could see my tears and my fear. I let out a howl and then took off back towards home. I went back into the woods a short way from the college before I stopped and took in what had just happened. I basked in the warmth of being able to control myself for the first time as a wolf. What was it that allowed this? Did I finally get enough of my will out there to overcome the urges of the wolf, or was it something else? Was it that boy? Thinking back, all I could see was his eyes staring deep into my soul. Those eyes brought all new and intense feelings to me as I lay in the night on the floor of the woods. I have no idea who that boy was, but I knew that I had to see him again. "Now how do I do this?", I wondered as I made my way back to the house. I didn't quite know how to open the door to the house, but I was able to press the button for the garage and put in the pen for the door. I made my way into the garage and closed the door before lying on the floor and going to sleep. I dreamed of the chance to see that boy again, not as a wolf this time around.
