Miguel O'Hara Werewolf

I closed the curtains in the house, I closed the doors of the house and put padlocks on them, I knew it was useless but I had to try.

The moon rose over the darkness, shining brightly, and I locked myself in my room, sweating in despair. I fell to the ground and began to thrash around restlessly, my claws scratching the floor, causing an unbearable screeching sound; my fangs grew and my eyes turned completely red.
I crawled along the ground, slowly watching my arm grow huge and hairy.

The sound of a call disturbed me, its aroma was recognizable. -Get out! You can't be here- he growled in a deep and raspy voice.