The werewolf Nate darted through the trees, his large paws crunching on the snow and leaves as he made his way through the forest behind his house. The air breezed through his thick, brown fur. His new found hunger drove him further into the woods. He slowed and ducked behind a tree. He could smell her before he saw her, moving slowly into a beam of moonlight. He bided his time and waited as the deer got closer. When he saw the opportune moment, he pounced, landing on the deer with ease. With a sickening crunch, it was all over as the beast began to consume his meal.
After eating his fill, Nate moved on as he explored deeper in the woods, the wolf instincts driving him as he moved about the dense forest. No longer feeling the need to be stealthy, the werewolf ran through the woods, leaping over fallen trees and rolling in the snow and debris of the forest floor. Tiring, the wolf came across a small cave in the woods. Once that Nate and his brother used to play in as kids. Nate, ever the dreamer, used to imagine himself as a werewolf and this would be his wolf den. Little did he know what the future held for him a few years later.
The following morning, as the sun rose, Nate awoke to find himself in the same cave back to his normal human self. He slowly sat up as he realized what had happened the previous night. Even though he was naked and back to his normal human self, he was surprised to find he wasn't overly cold. He crawled out of the cave and stopped suddenly when he saw the large canine paw prints in the snow. He sat back and it became all too real. He had actually turned into a real life werewolf last night. He smirked at the thought, it had actually happened. But how? Then he remembered, the game. As impossible as it could be, somehow filling out that profile cast a spell on him turning him into a werewolf. He thought over all of it as he walked back to his house, silently grateful no one else lived around these woods to see him walking home bare ass naked.
As he approached the house, he wiped away any of his paw prints from the snow that he saw and paused to pick up his torn clothes and sneakers from the back porch.
"It's a shame, this was my favorite shirt," he muttered as he inspected it. "Still, small price to pay for finally getting to be a real werewolf."
Then it dawned on him. His parents and his brother. What was he going to do with them? He knew he couldn't tell them. They'd just think he was insane. No, he thought to himself, as long as I sneak out each night there's a full moon, it should be fine. They don't need to know. I'll go out there, turn into the wolf, hunt a deer. Plenty of those in the woods. In the morning I turn back. It's fine. I can manage this. He took a deep breath and walked inside.