Werewolf Transformation

He ached. His whole body ached. He felt nothing like this before. He shook violently. Pain. There was a lot of pain. Head pounded. Skin itched and burned. He couldn't think straight. A crack came from his back and he fell to all fours. He scratched and clawed at the earth.

Air. He needed air. He began to cough. His chest expanded painfully. Someone around him asked if he was okay. Too painful to answer. Another crack resounded from within him. He screamed. Armor. He needed them off now. His trembling hands clawed at the belt of the surcoat. Removed it. Surcoat was thrown to the ground. Pulled off the chainmail coif, then hauberk. Another crack and he yelled once more. Every organ in his body was shifting into place.

William began to feel extreme pain. His back arched inhumanly. More cracks followed. The same voice questioned him again. He threw his head to the left. Someone stood there. Just watching him. Before he could even begin to beg for help, his mouth began to burn. Canines grew to twice, three times their normal length. William couldn't keep his mouth closed. He could feel something dripping out of his mouth. Blood droplets pelted the ground.

His hands trembled even more. Nails began to grow. He scraped at the ground again. His back was arched completely. Feet dug into the ground. He tried to scream. To relieve his misery. He couldn't. Too agonizing. Nails on his feet grew. Felt his legs elongate. He quickly removed the chainmail bottoms. Then the linen pants. He was naked but he didn't care. The cold night air didn't faze him at all. He cared more about his skin that continued to itch with more intensity. He wanted it to stop. He rubbed his arms, but to no avail. Under his fingertips, William felt his own hair thickening. He gasped. It was like his body was literally burning. The hair spread out. Something protruded from his backside. Another appendage. But that wasn't the worst. His skull was on fire. Hands grasped his head. He tried once more to scream. This time the sound was akin to a growl. It startled him. Through his fingers, he felt his own ears grow pointed. But the pain peaked. He literally felt his face reconstructing, stretching into some sort of muzzle, almost like a dog. Jagged fangs were jutting out of his mouth. His eyes darted in every which direction. The pain had finally ceased but something came over him. Primal instinct. He tried everything to keep control of himself. He thought about his army, the King, even his own beautiful wife and two lovely children. But nothing worked.

Now standing erect, William was at least a whole foot taller than his biggest soldier. He stared down his army with dagger-like golden eyes. A gruff growl escaped him. Dark brown fur covered the entirety of his naked body. His now canine-like ears stood erect. His giant hands-turned-paws were pointed menacingly towards the flabbergasted men. The tail behind him swished like it had a mind of its own. William's lips curled up revealing the deadly fangs that lined his muzzle. Before anyone could move, he slammed to the ground on all fours and bounded away from the camp. A howl reached everyone's ears.