The Beauty of the Change

Pain, indescribable agony that flows through my tortured form like water, consuming me like some ghostly fire. I have what I wanted, and I embrace it. My bones stretch and creak as they shift, soft fur sprouts from my skin, tears of anguish pour down my newly formed muzzle.

Humans see me as a monster, a deadly creature without spirit or soul. I have both, as do the rest of my kind.

It is done.

I stretch my slender, strong canine body in the moonlight. I look to my brothers - my pack - surrounding me and I am happy. There is one thing that humankind cannot take from me. I have the love of those around me. They do not fear me, they do not reject me, they accept me for what I am.

I look deep inside myself and find sadness still. Sadness for mankind. They will never understand the beauty of the change and the noble and just creatures that we truly are.