He was running, barefoot and naked from the change, weak from the physical exertion of his skin and bones tearing and breaking to conform to the beast within. He hid behind a tree panting heavily unable to get his breath, he could hear a fierce growling a few metres behind him. He decided to make a run for it but he was tripped by a large black paw, the beast pinned him down hissing close to his ear the putrid saliva dripping from its jaws.
Arturo was frozen with fear he could only watch as the Vargulf lifted a giant paws and slashed across his chest. The burning was instantaneous and blood poured from the wounds, Arturo screamed and writhed in agony coated in his own blood. The pack members chased away the Vargulf but circled Arturo as he screamed in agony, his heartbeat thumped in his ears sounding like boots on snow. "We can't keep him...the curse has started...he'll infect us all or even kill us...we should kill him" The pack members discussed in short as Arturo coughed roughly bringing a mouthfull of blood to his lips. "No he should be left, if he survives it is something he will have to deal with...if he doesn't it's not trouble to us. The pack will be safe if he is not there" Arturo had to watch as the pack left him weak and bleeding on the Forrest floor. His body adjusting to the newest addition to his bloodstream.
He looked to the side of him as a guttural noise filled his ears, a pair of white eyes meet his and an expanding jaw filled his vision.
Sitting up suddenly Arturo screamed loudly clutching his chest, he looked around the room in panic. He was home, safe at home. He swung his legs over the bed wiping the sweat from his forehead, rubbed his chest trying to ease the pain on his scars. He put his head in his hands, it was dark outside but Arturo didn't bother looking at the time, he was used to this by now. But it was still hard to deal with.