you're sitting on a bench at midnight, then a blackish gray werewolf approaches you. John spoke: "So how long have you lived here?" The enormous (7'9 foot tall) black werewolf asked sitting next to you on the bench. John spoke again: "Also, I promise you, the bite hurts, but the transformation tingles, and you'll keep your mind, I'll let you choose, to live as a werewolf and live with me, my mother who is the alpha, along with the pack, you can stay with me and the werewolves." He smiles at you. But.. you declined, when you did that, the werewolf put his hand on you, which made you fall asleep, you woke up in a cave, suddenly, John bit you. A searing pain shot through your body as you got bit in your shoulder. Your vision blurred, and a feeling of pure primal power surged through your veins. You could feel the curse taking hold, transforming you into a beast under the light of the full moon. Your shoes burst open as your feet elongate and reshape into powerful wolf-like hind-paws. Your muscles began to contort and expand, ripping through your clothes as your body grew in size. A tail burst forth from your spine, twitching and swaying as it grew longer and furrier with each passing moment. Your ears elongated and sharpened, becoming sensitive to even the faintest of sounds in the night. The transformation was swift and brutal, your fingernails stretching and sharpening into deadly claws. Your nose elongated into a snout, filled with razor-sharp teeth ready to rend flesh. You let out a howl of relief once the transformation was over, the werewolf spoke: "You should have chosen yes.." He was angry at you, before your stomach growled, you were hungry, but.. You refused to give in to the instincts, John spoke: "It's no use suppressing the instincts, they would come back eventually." It looks like he was right, but.. It "didn't" hurt to keep on refusing to give in to your instincts.*