The Werewolf Files- Finding the Cure

     My face felt warm with the rays of sunshine beaming through my living room window as I woke up to finding myself hanging halfway off of the couch. I picked myself up and headed for the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. After setting up the coffee maker, I headed for the bathroom to wash my face and hands to help me wake up. Today was my day off and I was pretty tired from the whole week I had. Today was a new day and I get to spend the whole day reading my books and attempting to find a cure for what ails me. After washing my face and looking at myself in the mirror, one could wonder why someone with such an attractive face could possibly turn into a werewolf. That is just the ego side of me talking and playing jokes on myself. I personally look beat in the mirror so who was I fooling.
     I heard the coffee maker stop brewing and headed back into the kitchen which was bright with the morning sun and poured myself a nice tall cup of java. I grabbed my coffee and a bagel and headed for the dining room table where I left all my books last night. I was even smart enough to leave a marker where I left off. I sat down and got comfortable placing my bagel on one side of the table and brought the book closer to me while sipping on my coffee. I glanced over at my notes and saw the chicken scratch I had left the night before. It was time to get back into the books to see what I can find to rid myself of this werewolf problem.
     After reading so many pages and taking notes, I did find that being bitten by a werewolf was to place a curse on the victim. It also states that since it is known to be a curse, the only way to break the curse is to find and kill the werewolf that took a bite out of you. That should be fairly easy, not. All I know is that I was bitten by a werewolf, but I do not know who the werewolf was as a human. So, that won't help me at all. I had no choice but to keep reading and hopefully find something out dealing with the blood side of it. Maybe there was a serum that could be synthesized to cure it from inside the blood? I don't know, it just seems so impossible for this to happen and especially to me. Someone who deals with animals on an everyday basis just happened to be bitten by another animal and is now cursed for all eternity. That would just have to be my luck.
     I got so engrossed in the reading that my head was starting to hurt. It was taking in too much information at once, so I pushed the books away and got up for another cup of coffee before starting again. This time I cradled my cup of coffee in my hands as I leaned against the kitchen counter. I stood against the counter but my eyes were still focused on the stack of books sitting on top of my dining room table. This was beginning to consume me because I wanted so much to find a cure for this werewolf thing. I shrugged it off and headed back to the table to begin reading again. I came across sections of the books that referred to the blood-borne infection and it made me search harder to see if any progress or clues were given to remedy this situation.
     Everything just broke down the blood into samples and elements and how many ribosomes there was inside one tiny blood cell. It was becoming scientific, which is where I shine being a biologist, but there has to be something I'm missing. I spent about two hours looking through these samples in the books to see if they would tell me anything, but I kept coming up with nothing. I then began writing out formulas to break the sample down to see is a serum could be synthesized to cure the infection. I came up with a few different scenarios that could be tried but was not promising anything. I scooped up the books I needed and grabbed my purse before heading out the door and driving to the lab at the zoo.
     Once I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed that half of everyone had already left for the day which was perfect because I would need some privacy to conduct my experiments. I parked the car and grabbed everything I needed and headed for the lab. While I was walking down the hallway towards the lab, my assistant was coming out and getting ready to lock up so I had to stop her. I called out to her and somewhat startled her, but informed her not to lock up because I had some tests to run and would be here late. She agreed and left the door opened and said her goodnight before leaving. I walked into the lab and set my stuff down on the table before going into the chemical room to grab what I needed to perform these experiments.
     After I gathered everything, I took it back into the lab and grabbed some test tubes and beakers to begin some experimenting. I grabbed a tourniquet and wrapped it around my upper arm, then I made a fist a few times before taking a good sample tube of my blood with a syringe. I wanted to make sure there was enough for a few experiments so I wouldn't have to put so many holes in my arms. I don't tolerate pain very well. I placed the sample tube of blood in a test tube holder while I bandaged my arm up and put the tourniquet and other stuff away. I first reached into a drawer and pulled out a fresh syringe as to not contaminate the blood. I took the syringe and pushed it inside the sample tube filling the syringe with one-half of a milliliter of my blood. I put a drop onto the microscope slide and looked at it visually under the microscope to be able to see details and make notes. I then took the rest of the blood in the syringe and placed inside another blood vial before putting it into the centrifuge to separate the blood components.
     I needed to break the blood up to see any key factors that might not show up in regular human blood. After the centrifuge was done I took the sample and split up all the components onto different microscope slides to examine. Everything seemed to look normal until I got to one slide where there was an abnormality. I took the sample and put it into another machine to get the DNA sequence and once that was done, I found the abnormality that was in my blood from the werewolf bite. Its factor was not of a human origin. I looked up and gave my head a good scratch before looking back at the sample. There had to be a way for me to isolate this abnormality and eventually eradicate it from my blood.
     I began testing the sample with different chemicals to see if any of them would attack or kill it. I found nothing. I tried every different compound I could and it made no difference. Here I was in this lad until the wee hours of the morning trying to find the cure for what has happened to me and keep coming up with nothing. Something is just not right here. There has to be some chemical combination that would kill this blood abnormality but I wasn't finding it. This whole ordeal is like something sour you ate that keeps the sour taste on your tongue for a while. This is just ridiculous.
     After spending all night and half of the morning trying to figure this out, my assistant walked in to find me hunched over my lab table asleep. She reached for my shoulder waking me and asking if everything was okay? I told her everything was as it should be while grasping at everything to hide it from her. I boxed up everything, books, samples, I mean everything that I was working with and told her good night before leaving the lab. I made it out to the car and managed to get everything into the trunk of my car and closing it before hearing the sounds of my children calling me. I felt so bad that I was here all night and not once did I go say hello to anyone.
     I closed the trunk and headed back to the zoo to say good morning to all my children. I stepped back into the lab and grabbed my clipboard and some goodies for my pockets before heading out to the habitats. I made my rounds and gave out some treats and loved them before moving on to the next one. They were just so happy to see me and I could tell when they miss me. Once I was at the wolf habitat, I leaned down by the bars and everyone came over to greet me. I stuck out my hand for everyone to smell and give my hand a good licking while I spoke to them like they would understand. I miss them every time I get a day off, but sometimes I just need a break.
     Once I made my rounds and said hello to everyone, I headed back towards the lab to drop off the clipboard before heading for my car. I was exhausted and beat up. I needed to be at home in my robe and slippers lounging around the house, but I knew this was not going to happen. I needed to finish my experimenting to find the cure to this werewolfism that has demanded my life.
     Once I got home, I brought the box from my trunk inside the house and placed it on the table. I just stood there looking at everything before I looked up and noticed that I was running short on time because there was a full moon tomorrow night. I needed some answers and quickly. I began taking everything out of the box and placing it on the table. Soon my dining room looked like a lab with all the beakers and test tubes set up. Before I went back to experimenting, I took a walk downstairs to my basement to check on my new device to keep me restrained should I not find a cure before tomorrow night. I checked all the chains and locks and everything seemed to be in order.
     I made sure there was a bucket nearby should I have to use the restroom while chained and some water to keep me from dehydration. It was my safe haven just in case. After checking, I made my way back upstairs to finish with my experimenting. One after another I came up with no results. I couldn't find anything that would kill the abnormality in my blood. I even went as far as trying silver nitrate with the werewolf myth of killing one with a silver bullet and still nothing worked. I was at my wit's end trying to figure it out, so I decided to take a break from it for a few days so I could come back to it with fresh eyes and mind. I left everything the way it was and walked away from the table and took myself to the couch in the living room and lounged back watching television until falling asleep.
     When I woke up the next morning, no matter how hard it was, I had to walk by the table that held the key to my humanity. I went into the kitchen for my coffee and then to the bathroom to wash up. I did whatever I could to keep away from the table to give my mind a break. I took a shower and got myself into something comfortable so that I would be ready for tonight. Once I had everything set up and ready, I took a short walk before the moon was to show it's face. After walking for about forty-five minutes I headed back home to get situated. I had about an hour before sunset and didn't want any foul ups. I went to the bathroom before heading down to the basement and getting into my chains. I brought a snack with me if I get hungry, started chaining myself up, and with a broom stick close by, I threw the keys about six feet away from my reach. I sat down against the concrete pillar and waited. The only thoughts running through my head at that moment was that I wished this night would be over with.
     There I sat until the nausea feeling hit my stomach and then the pain set in from my body changing. It felt like my skin was crawling for which it really was. I looked down and saw the hair growing on my arms and watched as my fingers stretched and distorted. The long sharp claws that grew right in front of my eyes. I started to panic but there was nothing I could do. I was changing uncontrollably. At that point, I think I blacked out because I woke up the next morning lying on my basement floor still chained and my clothes tattered. My hair was a mess and I could see scratches on my body that were self-inflicted. Once I was awake enough, I reached out and grabbed the broom handle, using it to reach for the keys. It took a few minutes but I finally got the keys and unlocked myself from my chains.
     I picked myself up and managed to get back upstairs and change clothes. I had no recollection of what happened last night once I blacked out. I do remember the crawling skin and growing claws but nothing more. After changing and washing my face, I returned to the kitchen for some strong coffee and a bagel. My neck was sore and when I looked into the bathroom mirror, I saw where I had strained my neck with the chains but they held. I sat at the table and stared at the books wondering if I will ever find a cure, or will those chains in the basement become a permanent fixture?

 
 

The Werewolf Files- What's for Dinner?

     Upon waking the next morning, I found myself fully rested and ready to tackle another day. It was Friday and I was glad to see it come which meant I had the weekend off to finish my research before the next full moon. I sprang from the bed and wrapped up in my robe before heading over to the kitchen. I walked into the room and noticed I had left the book I was reading open to the next chapter which was ""What a Werewolf Eats". So I walked over to the coffee maker and started to brew a cup of hot coffee to wake me up a little more and grabbed a pastry from the cabinet to go with the coffee.
     Once the coffee had finished brewing, I made a big cup and grabbed my pastry from the counter and headed over to the dining room table to enjoy my breakfast while beginning the next chapter of my research. I found it fascinating the things that I read. A werewolf was a carnivore but it ate mainly other animals and only attacked humans when threatened or cornered. That doesn't sound like anything I want to happen, but I kept reading while sipping my french roasted coffee. Most of the animals that a werewolf consumed were forest animals: deer, foxes, mountain lions, and other smaller wolves. and not humans. They only attack the humans but not to consume them which almost always left a bloody mess of body parts and human remains if the bodies were never discovered until years later.
     I got so completely enthralled with my reading that I didn't notice the time and I had to leave for work because today was vaccination day for every animal in the zoo and guess who had to administer each and every vaccine but yours truly. That was like a ballpark figure of approximately two hundred and thirty-three animals not including any newborns who were ready for theirs. So my day was going to be a full one and a long one on top of it. It is good for the animals and the handlers to be safe if ever injured by another animal. I do love my animals but they can be so time-consuming not to mention brats when it comes to vaccinations. So, off to work I went to exhaust myself with the animals, and that is why I am glad it is Friday.
     Once I got to the zoo, I noticed my assistant had the check off list and the vaccinations ready to go for me. I set my stuff on my desk and went over the procedures with my assistant before heading out the door. I wanted to make sure everything went smoothly and my assistant did inform me we had seventeen newborns ready for their first vaccinations, so that made it two-hundred and fifty vaccines to administer in one day. I had my work cut out for me today. Thank God for assistant's because without them I don't think I could get through my days here at the zoo with so many animals.
     One by one we went through each habitat administering vaccines to each animal and then cuddling them for a minute to make sure there were going to be no reactions to the vaccine. Some of the animals were so playful and sweet but the bigger animals were not so much into hugging and cuddling which was fine by me. I mean who cares about hugging a crocodile or a hippopotamus. That is just so weird and not to mention how difficult it is to administer the shots without being their main course on the menu. Some of these procedures have to be planned with care due to the dangerous conditions with certain animals. I guess that makes them somewhat like a human because I know quite a few humans who don't like shots either..
     Once we made our rounds in the zoo we headed over to the newborn's facility to administer their vaccinations. They were a lot more fun because they were so cute and easy to manage. I almost fell in love with all of them because they love the attention, affection, and cuddling. It seems like the newborn's handled their vaccinations a lot better than some of the adults. Which made it easier for me that is why they were left to be last on the check off list. When we finished with all the cuddling and loving, we closed up the facility and headed back over to the office. You would think that we would be done for the day but not yet. We still have to record on the computer all the tag numbers to each animal and their expiration date so that we know when the next time vaccinations are due.
     While we were finishing up with the logs, my assistant commented on how there was going to be a full moon in three weeks and I fumbled with the keys on the keyboard in fear. I almost thought that he knew what I was but I got a hold of myself and corrected my errors on the computer. No one could possibly know what is going on with me I have kept it a secret and told no one. I went ahead and finished up the logs and quickly thought to myself that I needed to hurry with my research before that next full moon. I got everything closed up and locked and made notes for the weekend shift and headed out the door got into my car and drove straight home.
     Once I was at home, I got some iced tea and made a quick sandwich before sitting down at the dining room table with all these books in front of me. I began where I left off and continued to read about the eating habits of werewolves and it sounded kind of disgusting but who am I to judge what someone eats when we eat other animals too, just different types. Once reading the explicit parts of how they tear their meat apart suddenly my sandwich didn't taste as good as it did a few minutes prior. I had to put it down and push it away from me.
     So all I gather so far is that they mainly consume other animals and not humans. Why does this make them so bad when their behavior is so much like any other animal who is hungry or defends themselves. That didn't make any sense at all to me but who am I to question the thoughts of others who have experienced these animals first hand. All I know is that I didn't want to hurt anyone and I had to find a way to fix this situation so that no one doesn't get hurt.
     So, let me review their behavior quickly, they hunt at night which makes them nocturnal, they only eat other animals which are related to what humans eat, and only attack humans when cornered or threatened. I think that sums it up enough to understand for now. So I need to set things up to protect myself and others in the event I can't find a cure before the next full moon in three weeks. What can I do? I thought long and hard about what can be done to keep me inside my house until morning on the night of the full moon. Things weren't looking so good because what else the book was telling me was that a werewolf is very strong and the turning can be brutal. So I need to figure out how to restrain myself during the turning and afterward to keep safe and from harming anyone.
     The one thing that hit me was going to the hardware store and buying some really thick and strong chains to hold me but where in my house would be strong enough to hold? I know I just can't chain myself to the wall for it is too easy to damage and bathroom fixtures definitely won't work. I walked around my house examining everything and everywhere that I could possibly chain myself up and it would hold. I was getting nothing until I went down into the basement and noticed that there were concrete columns holding the house up and supporting it, so f they can support the weight of a house who says they can't restrain a werewolf. I finally had an idea and the perfect place because all the noise would not be heard from my basement.
     I ran back upstairs, grabbed my purse and headed out to the car. I started it up and drove down to the neighborhood hardware store and started looking in the chain section. there were so many chains and I didn't have schematics to buy the right one. It was pretty much a guessing game until one of the store associates came over to assist and I politely told him I needed a chain that would hold a two- hundred pound dog that I had at home. I informed the associate that he broke his last chain so I needed a pretty strong one. He started assisting me with looking at different chains until we came across one that was strong enough to hold three hundred pounds which for me that should be suitable. So I bought approximately ten feet of it and a couple other necessities to go with it and a padlock. I think I had everything so I checked out and took the bags to the car. I put them into the trunk and went around to get into the car and drove home. Before I got home I stopped at a fast food place to get a bite since my sandwich was ruined and then headed home.
     I got home and brought all the bags inside and took them immediately to the basement before gathering all the tools I will need to situate things. I grabbed the chain and wrapped it around the concrete column before attaching the steel bracket which will be padlocked around my neck, Once I was finished and everything set up it was time to go back upstairs and finish some more research. I got back up into the dining room and sat back in my chair at the table and began reading more of the book on their behavior now that I have a backup if one is needed. it was truly fascinating how these creatures survived. I thought they were just a myth but now after some research they did in fact exist but were thought to be extinct. So how is it that one bit me at the zoo? Did they miss judge their existence and only believed them to be extinct?
     Well, my eyes were getting strained after reading so much so I closed the book and pushed it away from me even though I felt attracted to learn more. I needed a break and my head was starting to hurt so I got up from the table and went into the living room and collapsed on the couch. I grabbed the remote control and clicked on the television for some down time. I found a movie on and got myself comfortable where I would be for the rest of the evening. Now that I have some background on werewolves and a backup plan, my step would be trying to find a cure. But not tonight, I am really exhausted and my brain fried so I will stay on this couch until tomorrow before looking to discover the cure to being a werewolf.

The Werewolf Files- The Beginning

     It seemed like any other ordinary day here at the zoo. Going around and looking after all the animals and making sure the guests try not to disturb them too much. It is a peaceful life here at the zoo and I want to keep it that way. It was May seventeenth when my life changed and I'm not sure if it was for the better. I am a single woman with a Master's Degree in Biology who made it my life's work to take care of our inferior species. My day consists of feeding, taking fecal and blood samples for testing to make sure the animals are healthy, and maintaining them in every way possible. If an animal was not responding well or seemed agitated I would close that attraction down for their safety as well as for the guests.
     Now I might not look like much being that I'm five foot eight, long brown hair, fairly tanned skin on an athletic body, but I do know how to take care of these animals no matter what size or shape they are. Some guys cringe at the thought of what I do for a living especially when i tell them how I take fecal samples which seem to be a real turn off to them. Anyway, I am good at my job and wouldn't change anything about my life or at least try not too. Maybe one day I'll get married and have kids and live happily ever after but I don't see that happening any time soon.
     I go to work five days a week and on call for the weekends but everything seemed to be going good until one day when I was making my rounds and checking on the animals. I noticed when I did a head check at the wolves habitat that there was one wolf more than what was logged in the book. I show that we have five wolves on paper but keep counting six wolves. I should not be worried but it was something to look into. Maybe we got a new one and someone forgot to log it into the books but I will double check. I noticed that the other wolves were a little agitated so I shut that habitat down for guests until I figure out what is going on.
     That evening after we had closed the zoo, I went to recheck the logs for our unaccounted for visitor. I could not find anything on any new wolves added to the zoo, so where did it come from. Everyone else had left for the evening but I decided to go back around to the wolves habitat to check on their status. It seemed like all the wolves were on one side of the habitat except for the unaccounted one. It was on the opposite side of the habitat by itself. I could feel the tension inside the habitat and wanted a further look.
     I mad my way around to the entrance door of the habitat. I slowly opened it and took a peak inside. Now our wolves all know me and are pretty harmless and tame but this new one is causing some strife and an uneasy feeling with the others so I need to proceed with caution. Once inside the habitat I went over to our wolves who greeted me pretty fairly but they kept a watchful eye on the new wolf. I couldn't quite figure it out but was making an advancement towards the new wolf. I was being as cautious as I could be and slowly moving towards it. It had a brownish black coat, a sharp pointed snout, and the most amazing greenish yellow eyes. This was not your average wolf, and I know my wolves.
     As I moved closer to it, it crunched down and had a slight growl. I stepped a little closer and reached out my hand in a friendly manner when all of a sudden it lunged forward and bit my hand. I immediately withdrew my hand and had to wrap it in my shirt to try and stop the bleeding. It burned fiercely and I made my way walking backwards until I got to the entrance door. Before leaving the habitat I noticed that my wolves were more agitated and growling loudly at the new wolf. It was becoming a serious situation but I needed medical attention.
     I made it back to the office and found the first aid kit to address my wound. When I removed my shirt that was wrapped around my hand I got the first glimpse of my mangled hand. It looked like something out of a horror movie. It was bleeding profusely and some of the skin was hanging off the bone. This wolf really took a nice bite. I needed stitches so I headed out to my car and drove myself to the hospital emergency room. When I got there, I told them who I was and what happened. The nurse took me back in a hurry because there was the thought of rabies since the bite was from an unknown animal. I went to the examine room and was soon met by a doctor. My hands had soaked through the bandage I had in place and when the doctor removed it he was in shock to find my hand so mangled.
     He asked a nurse to come in and give me an injection of pain killer and a numbing agent so they could stitch my hand up. I had not even contemplated how much pain I was really in due to shock I guess. After ninety three stitches, my hand was better but looked like a Frankenstein moment. I watched as the nurse applied a dressing to my hand and then gave me an injection of a broad spectrum antibiotic plus a rabies shot vaccine just in case. I was given an arm sling to keep from using my hand until it healed. They did have an x-ray taken of my hand which showed numerous fractures across my hand so I was put on restriction of not using my hand for eight weeks. I don't know how that was going to work due to my job but my hand had to heal. Once I got home after picking up a pain killer prescription along with an antibiotic I went to lounge back on my couch. The pain killer injection really started to set in and I found myself really drowsy and incoherent. I laid back on the couch and fell asleep for the night.
     The next morning, I woke up still on the couch and my hand was throbbing so I took a pain killer before getting dressed for work. After getting dressed in my uniform I started out the door. Driving was a special task when you are on pain killers but somehow I managed to get to work without any issues. I went into my office and had all the questions from everyone as to what happened to my hand. When I started asking about the sixth wolf in the habitat, one of my assistants came in and said he only counted five wolves in the habitat. That was strange, so I decided to go take a look for myself.
     I went down to the habitat and sure enough there was only fives wolves in the habitat, but what happened to the sixth one? I told everyone that there was a sixth wolf inside the habitat that was making the others agitated and that it was that sixth wolf who took a bite out my hand. They were all just as confused as me because when the head count was done this morning there were only five wolves. I scratched my head with disbelief and then got set up to start my day. I needed an assistant to help with things due to my injury and not being able to perform my duties.
     As the day went on I started to notice things differently. I was more heightened in my sensory abilities meaning that I could smell things more sharply. I felt strange but I chocked it up to the pain killers and went about my day. It was pleasant waling around and checking on the animals I have grown so fond of. The wolves in the habitat were glad to see me and came over to the fence for me to pet. One moved back after sniffing my bandaged hand and began howling. The next thing I knew all of the wolves were howling and becoming agitated again. I walked away confused at what just happened and wondered if there was more to this story of a wolf just biting me.
     I went home and decided to do some investigative work on this new wolf. I searched for wolves that even resembled the one who bit me and found nothing. I know I wasn't losing my mind and actually did see a sixth wolf in the habitat because I have the wound to prove it. As hard as it seemed I wasn't about to give up on finding this new wolf. I searched all night with nothing to go on. It was becoming daylight outside and I needed to shower before going to work.
     It had been twenty-four hours since this bandage was wrapped around my hand and I needed to change it. I slowly and carefully unwrapped my hand to find that the wounds were becoming infected. I was taking the antibiotic as prescribed but my hand looked so inflamed and was oozing a little greenish pus. I washed it off and applied some antibiotic cream to the wounds and re-bandaged it. It hurt a little but not as much as you would think being that infection was setting in. I got to work and noticed all the different and new smells that I was sensing. I could smell cotton candy like it was right in front of me but actually it was being made all the way across the zoo. I could smell things that were a distance away like I was standing right in front of it.
     I had no clue as to what was going on and it made me try to think of what I could do to find out. After making my rounds I went back to my office and started doing some research on animal bites specifically wolf bites. There was not a lot of information on the Internet about wolf bites and it seemed like I needed to go back to the emergency room to have it checked out but I wanted to give it a few days to see if the antibiotics would work.
     A few days later, I noticed that my hand wasn't hurting anymore. I slowly unwrapped it and saw that it was bruising around it and that it had a green scab over the top of it. I thought that it was healing and re wrapped it back up but I was still short on recovery time to allow the fractures to heal. At least I knew it was healing. I carried on at work with my assistants help and took care of my animals like nothing ever happened except it did happen and I am one hand short of completing my job. Thank God for an assistant to help me with basic stuff like fecal samples to which I can't get near my hand for risk of infection.
     Everyday I noticed something new with my senses and my body. I felt like a different person and not like myself. I found myself eating things I don't normally eat like vegetables I would never touch, and I wanted my meat a little less cooked. When I realized what I was doing I was eating meat pretty much raw and under cooked but I wanted it so bad. It tasted delicious and I wanted more. I had to find out what was going on and fast.
     I took a few days off from work and got plenty of rest, but one night would change my life forever. It was the first full moon of the year and it seemed like every other full moon night until I found myself changing. My hand began throbbing so I unwrapped it and found strange coarse hairs growing around each of the wounds. I couldn't make sense of it until I started hurting all over. I felt like all the bones in my body were breaking and moving. I fell off of the couch and onto the floor. My body was on fire and hurting. I could feel the transformation of my limbs and then my face was becoming disfigured. I started crying out because I was in so much pain.
     The pain seemed to get worse as the transfiguration progressed. My hands were stretching and forming claws, my whole face disfigured and starting to grow hair. My spine felt like it was being stretched and I don't know how much more I could stand. My sight was becoming more keen and sharp, I felt every single tooth in my mouth, and then the hair proceeded to grow all over my body. I made it to the bathroom to see what was going on in the mirror. I didn't like what I saw looking back at me. I looked like a deranged dog with huge fangs. My eyes were greenish yellow just like the wolf in the habitat. Now that I think about it, I was starting to look more and more like him. I screamed out but it soon turned to howling. I made it out the back door and found myself running away from home in search of what, I didn't know. I had to find out why I was turning into a dog.
     The next morning, I woke up in the wolf habitat at the zoo, dazed and confused. I eventually realized I was stark naked. I looked up to see all my wolves standing over me licking my face. It was almost as if I was part of their family. I got up and made my way to the entrance door and got out of the habitat. I had blood stains over my body and ran to my office. I began panicking while dazed and confused all at once. I took out an empty notebook and started keeping track like a daily journal. I noted everything from what I had to eat to other things. Why was I changing? I started doing more research and found out that there is a rare wolf from overseas that I thought to be a myth. It seems that this wolf does a number to anyone who is bitten. I took a blood sample and looked at it under the microscope and compared it to the blood sample on the Internet of this rare wolf. My blood cells looked exactly like the sample on the Internet. I finally found out what was happening. I was bitten by a werewolf and now I will transform into one every full moon. I am labeling this journal "the Werewolf Files".