A tune called “Do you hear me” was being played on the radio. John sat in his car while driving and sang along with the song, it was one of his favourite ones. John Cusak was driving a brand new Ford, and was tremendously proud of it; he had even nicknamed it “Nikkie” after his ex-girlfriend. Dusk had arrived, and the road got darker for each minute that went by. John was not in a hurry, but anxious to get home early, to surprise his fiancée. He closed his eyes for just a moment to enjoy the song, and then opened them again to face two fiery-red eyes staring hard at him in the middle of the road. Like any person would do he lost control of the car when he reacted, bumped into the creature and drove into the fence on the sidewalk.
Fortunately he didn’t get any serious injures but a small scratch on his forehead. He was more worried about the individual he had hit. Hasty he made his way to the middle of the road where he had hit it, and found a vast wolf lying there. With hard precision he searched all around the wolf, looking for a broken bone or a flesh wound, until he got to the leg. It was broken right off; the limb would never have a chance to mend. The wolf was unconscious, at least John thought so. The grey wolf opened one of his eye-lids painfully and narrowed his eye at John. Hatred stood clear in its eye. John sat down with a content sigh, and glanced at the wolf. Razor-sharp talons protruded from its paws, extensive jagged canines stuck out from its maw. It was indeed a gruesome creature of the night. Faster than the eye could respond, the wolf bit John on the torso, causing him to bleed. John cried out with a horrid bawl, instinctively clutching to the wound with his hand. Still stunned of what had happened he managed to drag himself to his car and drive home.
The deep gash was still bleeding, and he couldn’t believe that it hurt so much. He swiftly took some bandage from the kitchen and wrapped it efficiently around his upper chest. John’s eyes became blurry and he fell to the floor.
A soothing and worried voice flowed into Johns mind and called for him, ripping him out of his dream world. His fiancée Andrea kneeled down beside him, stroking his hair backwards. “Are you alright hun?” she asked him. He mumbled something even he didn’t understand, trying to say” I think so”. He heaved himself up from the ground, and went to the bathroom-mirror. The shock stood clear in his face. Midnight-black beard covered most parts of his facial area. The peculiar thing was that he had shaved just before he started driving home, which was a half day ago. He curiously scratched and felt it, then remember his wound. Some hair dots pointed out from the bandage and his muscles were more defined now. The injury didn’t even hurt anymore, and he felt exceedingly well. He raised an eyebrow guessingly, and smiled mischievously to himself. “Wow, have you been working out? You look… marvellous John”. andrea admitted. “Ehm, yeah I have, took a couple of hours on the nearby gym”. He then took a shower and shaved his face and torso.
During that day John got flashbacks from the recent event he had participated in. Those fiery-red eyes still haunted his vision. Although he felt more fit, and he was certain of that this was the wolfs work. He had no need for his glasses anymore, and he did not get tired from taking the stairs to work either. He had never been better.
Satisfied with this day, he went to sleep without any difficulty. Darkness swept across the sky, casting shadows over everything visible for the human eye. Small clouds floated hopelessly around, with no meaning at all, barely covering the full moon. The radiant shine from the moon swept through the thin curtains of John and Andrea. Suddenly two fiery-red eyes appeared in the dark, it was John… His whole body was covered in pitch-black fur, and wicked claws reflected in the moonlight. The animal emitted an enraged howl, and turned around to face Andrea.