pretty little things become horrible in the night

Arabella ran throw the forest. the moon was out and it was full. though the moon was so pretty it turned this girl into something horrible that many people ran from. she howled at the moon after a while of runing.

Unlike every other werewolf at this time of the night, Andrian had taken the wolf bane potion to stop himself transform into everything he ever hated. A tall, dark - wild, rugged haired man in brown v-neck jumper and casual blue jeans walked the spiraling foest of dean. To his dismay he spotted a loud, ear-piercing noise in the back of his head. "I recognize that sound," he thought to himself stopping dead in his track. Picking, up his pace again he decided to see what it was when suddenly he spotted a young werewolf flying pass him. Soon, he was facing face to face with this werewolf. He stood his ground and started staring back at the beast with his hand dugged in his pocket gripping his wand tightly ready to push it back if it tried to attack him.

a man had appered infront of arabella. where had he come from she though just befor she attacked him. like other wearwolves she couldn't controll her self.