“Gaaaa.” A mass of fur and human parts wrestle in the dirt as they strive to best each other.
The human, clothing torn, places both hands on the fur covered werewolf and pushes. The human wolf hybrid tumbles down a small ravine. “Scott,” the human shouted as he watched the werewolf tumble. “You don’t know what’s your doing. The beast is taking over.”
The werewolf slowly gets up. Sticks and leaves attached to his fur. “You slept with my wife, Eric!” He shouts.
The human stood over the edge of the ravine. The revelation shocked him. His childhood friend stood three feet below him, covered in fur. His face grotesque and extended outward into a canine-like jaw. The muscles in his shoulders twice the size of the human that is still within him.
“I did not,” Eric replied as convincingly as he could.
“You liar,” Scott shouted back and began to walk back up the ravine.
“You stay down there. You are not coming near me again,” Eric warned. Scott negotiated through the young trees and loose gravel. He approached the edge of the ravine when Eric attempted to kick him. Scott grabbed the human’s leg and pulled forward. Eric fell hard to the forest ground. Scott dug his claws into the dirt and leaves and climbed from the ravine.
“We have been friends since third grade. I trusted you.”
Eric kicked dirt upward but it deflected harmlessly off the werewolf’s body. “I didn’t do anything Scott. I didn’t.”
Scott grabbed Eric’s shirt and held tight. With enormous strength he lifted the five and a half foot man to his feet.
“She told me,” Scott said rage pulsing through dark, crimson veins. Scott then tossed Eric into a tree several feet away. Eric struck the tree square between his shoulders and fell to the side.
He didn’t move when Scott approached. Scott wanted to check to see if he was ok but the rage overwhelmed him and he picked him up again. The human’s spine snapped and he could feel the life drift away.
Scott cried, alone over the body of his best friend.