Jalen continued to jog; each step became slower as if he was trying to find a spot. He stopped, enclosed by bushes and trees. He wondered what was going on. He wasn't winded, he was feeling as good as he did running up the stadium steps to get in shape for football season.
It was as if something took control of his body, and out of nowhere, a sharp pain in his stomach dropped him to his knees. He hugged his abdomen for comfort.
The pain was so severe he didn't notice his clothes being absorbed into the pores of his skin. He was naked and positioned on all four. Trees and the cold white-eyed moon were his only witnesses.
Every muscle, joint, and vein trembled like a volcano
about to erupt. His mouth and nose elongated into a snout. His spine sounded like cracking knuckles being stretched to the limit.
Fingers and toenails changed into claws and fangs replaced teeth. He looked like a furless lab cat. Jalen felt like he was on a torture rack. tears of agony flowed from his now feral eyes.
Iris black and pupils demonic red. The worse transformation was within his body. A million porcupine like quills punctured his skin. Jalen was gone. A behemoth seven-foot tall creature stood in his place. It belted a bloodcurdling howl at the luminous moon.

Burt Rogers and Lori Easterly were students at Crest community college. Both in mid-twenties, he studied welding and she nursing. They were making out in the park.
"Did you hear that?" Lori asked. She stopped his hand crawling up her jeans. "Burt ... "
"Probably some dog." He continued to kiss her neck.
"Burt!"

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