Hello, it is the last full moon this summer, tonight. As usual, another werewolf story of a werewolf would happen deep in the forest shadows…

I hope you enjoy : )

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My parents don't know I'm the beast of the night - they didn't know how horribly they confused my orientation instincts when they took me on holiday at the seaside. Our destination was a small historical fishing town. Parents picked this destination because dad wanted to try local fish cusine and my mum loves picturesque beaches.
Nearby forest was one big mystery especially for young inexperienced werewolf like me. The light and silhouette of the nearby lighthouse was the only guide I could trust.
Somehow I found myself at hiking rouge, so I followed it to nearby peak. There was a cliff lookout we planned to visit the last day. I don't know what I thought, but I decided to hang onto the cliff and look at the sea in the distance.
“Was it beautiful?” Sure. “Was it worth risking my life?” Not at all. I was standing at just a small grassy platform above the deep abyss. If I wasn't a good climber and if I didn't have strong claws I would definitely fall. After all, I somehow survived the night and I’m looking forward to my next transformation once again next month…