I’m taking a flash fiction course. One of the prompts was “Transformation.” If you’ve followed my work, you know I have shifters of a couple different species. But for this prompt, I went with the classics:
Transformation Prompt: Moonlit Run
The moon roared in Anne’s ears like a white noise generator. Days ago, it was a purr, then a hum, now this disconcerting static as it hovered, full, in the evening sky.
Derek hadn’t wanted to bite her. Some people who shifted never changed back, he warned. In the modern era, it was too complicated.
“But if you really loved me, you’d want to run with me,” she’d pouted.