The Hunt
                By
               RMD
It was late one night in early fall the, harvest moon was full!  I was partially transformed into a shlawa !  I was outside in a field by my house watching the cars go by. And then I saw it, a herd of dark green minivans. Normally I would not try to take one down by myself but I was so sick of living off of the occasional motorcycle. After the herd went by I saw a straggler! He had a flat tire and was going very slow! This was my chance I could smell blood as if the kill was already made! I felt this combination of hunger and anger, this need to kill, I ran (on all fours, by now the transformation was complete) out from behind the trees and across the field, over the sidewalk and down the street until I was right behind the car!  I chased the minivan, it swerved and zigzagged across the road but it was no match for me! Eventually the minivan tired. I leapt into the air and landed on the roof, as I bit into the shiny green metal it tasted like stake in bled the deepest, brightest red I have seen in my life. The minivan groaned in pain the sound of its horn echoing through the trees! The minivan began to run in circles desperate to shake me off , I leapt forward digging the claws of my back legs into the roof and stretching myself over the windshield so my front claws were securely in the front edge of the hood! I reached down between the headlights and bit off the tough license plate to expose the beast's vulnerable snout. I bit it and tried to suffocate the minivan. The minivan Reared up and tried to shake me off! I used this opportunity; I swung my back legs over the hood and pushed from under the minivan! It toppled over, on its back helpless, vulnerable! This excited the hunger; the hunger was not a physical sensation, though I was quite hungry, the hunger was more of a mood deep inside me. Like some deep dark predatory instinct that I normally keep at bay had been let free by the moonlight and the form I had taken. As the minivan beast cried out its last wine, I began to feed ripping through layers of metal and flesh.  I chewed and roared with the satisfaction of a successful hunt, the more I ate the more the minivan became like the kill of a strange beast until I was full. I stepped Away from the kill my mind was racing , my heart pounding , I had to catch my breath and I was covered in blood , motor oil , and gasoline! I knew the smell of the kill would attract others I didn't want to lose this prize before my pack had a chance to share in this bounty! I ran up the hill and through some woods, into the parking lot, and let out the loudest roar/howl I could manage! It felt like days since I had seen another member of my pack. I was their leader I was supposed to protect them but now I was alone, loneliness is painful! I needed to know they were safe, I was so sick of this feeling! I ran up some cement stairs and through a hallway, chuckled at the silly humans that peeked out of their apartments, there was my pack my brothers and sisters like children to me. Cold and hungry they were so lost without me! I saw there eyes light up and I was complete! I didn't even need to say a word they knew everything I had thought since we were separated, just by one glance into my eyes! As I did know everything they had thought while I was gone. I turned around and ran back as fast as I could, through the woods to the kill. I chased away a few vultures and my pack began to feast! After the meal be sat around a fire and told stories everything was perfect. Then as the sun came up we all laid down in the thick soft grass and slept peaceful and content for the first time in months!