Goth Wolf 4 (Patreon)

In the dim light of the crescent moon, Luna stood at the entrance of the cemetery, her black attire blending seamlessly with the shadows. Her heart pounded with anticipation as she took hesitant steps forward, the crunch of gravel beneath her boots echoing in the stillness of the night.

Luna was not like other girls her age. With her pale skin, dark eyeliner, and jet-black hair, she embraced her gothic aesthetic wholeheartedly. But there was something more to Luna than met the eye. As the clock struck midnight, she felt the familiar stirrings deep within her soul—the call of the wolf.

With a surge of energy coursing through her veins, Luna felt her body contort and shift, bones elongating and muscles bulging. Fur sprouted from her skin as she fell to her knees, a primal howl escaping her lips. In moments, the transformation was complete, and Luna stood tall on four legs, a magnificent werewolf under the moon's silver gaze.

Bounding through the cemetery, Luna reveled in the freedom of her lupine form. Her senses heightened, she could smell the earthy scent of freshly turned soil and the distant aroma of prey. Moonlight danced on her fur as she raced between headstones, the night her playground.