From Ashes to Alpha

When I have time, I want to train and bring out my strength.

The old boxing gym was a place I knew too well. Located on the outskirts of the city, it was my sanctuary, a place where the urban noise faded away, replaced by the rhythmic thuds of my fists against the heavy bag.

The iron roof creaked and groaned under the weight of the night, the moonlight seeping through the gaps, casting eerie shadows across the floor.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat, old leather, and the faint, lingering smell of disinfectant. The wall mirrors, once polished and pristine, now cracked and mottled, reflecting my distorted, sweat-soaked form.

"Another round, James," I muttered to myself, my voice echoing slightly in the vast, empty space. "You can do this."

I threw a series of powerful punches, each one more forceful than the last. The bag swayed violently, almost as if it were trying to fight back.

My back was soaked with sweat, the fabric of my tank top clinging to my skin. The intensity of the training was something I relished, a way to push my limits and clear my mind.

Suddenly, a faint sound caught my attention. It was the unmistakable scratch of claws against metal, coming from somewhere a hundred meters away.

My ears, usually dulled by the constant noise of the city, now picked up the subtle noise with startling clarity. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Why can I hear such a distant sound so clearly?" I whispered, my eyes darting around the dimly lit gym.

Not only the sound of the cat, but also the sound of the traffic on the city streets is as if it were right next to my ear, crystal clear.

I blocked out these noises and tried my best to focus on training.

As I continued, I noticed something different. My punches were faster, more precise. The bag barely had time to swing before I hit it again.

My endurance was off the charts, far beyond what it had ever been before.

I stopped, panting heavily, and leaned against the bag. My body felt different, more alive.

I could hear the blood rushing through my veins, feel the muscles in my arms and legs pulsing with each heartbeat. It was an exhilarating, almost overwhelming sensation.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, still feeling the strange energy coursing through me. "I feel... different. Stronger. Like I could go on forever."

I want to go out and get some fresh air and dash in the direction of the forest.

The forest was dense and dark, the kind of place where shadows whispered and the rustling of leaves could be mistaken for the approach of unseen creatures.

I, James Davis, had just sprinted out of the boxing gym, my heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and confusion.

My breath came in short, sharp bursts as I ran, the ground beneath my feet uneven and treacherous. The only light came from the moon, casting an eerie glow through the canopy of trees.

Suddenly, a strange sensation began to course through my body. It started with a tingling in my neck, where my bronze tooth chain lay against my skin.

I reached up to touch it, only to find it had turned a cold, silvery grey. My eyes widened in disbelief. "What the hell is happening?" I muttered to myself, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

The transformation began almost immediately. My limbs stretched and twisted, bones cracking and reforming. I collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

"No, this can't be... I can't be..." I tried to speak, but my voice came out as a low growl. Panic set in as I felt my humanity slipping away, but there was another emotion, one I hadn't felt in years—excitement.

As the last of my human form melted away, I found myself on all fours, my vision sharper, my senses heightened.

I looked down at my paws, then up at the moon, which now seemed to pulse with a silver light. I closed my eyes, letting the memories flood back.

I can't restrain the excitement in my heart."Finally, I've done it. I'm a wolf. I can't believe it. All those years of being the outcast, the one who couldn't change... It's over. I'm one of them now."

I remembered the taunts, the jeers, and the cruel laughter of the other young wolves in the pack. They would transform on the full moon, running free and wild, while I remained a mere human, unable to join them.

My mother, Sarah, had always tried to shield me from the worst of it, but even she couldn't escape the ridicule. The pack leaders had eventually driven us out, claiming we were a disgrace to the wolf community.

I opened my eyes, and a surge of energy coursed through me. I stood up, my legs trembling with the newfound strength.

The forest around me seemed to shift, the air charged with a wild magic. I lifted my head and let out a long, resonant howl, the sound echoing through the trees. It was a call of triumph, a declaration of my new identity.

"Ahhhwooo!"I let out a long howl towards the moon.

The howl was answered by the distant call of another wolf, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down my spine. I howled again, this time with more confidence, the sound growing louder and more powerful.

"Ahhhwooo! Ahhhwooo!"

I continued howling, each call more passionate than the last. The forest seemed to come alive, the leaves rustling and the night creatures stirring.

I could smell the damp earth, the sweet scent of wildflowers, and the faint, musky aroma of other wolves. It was overwhelming, but in the best way possible.

"I can smell everything. I can hear everything. I'm a wolf. I'm really a wolf!"How I wish mother could be by my side at this moment. She no longer needs to worry about me, her child.

After about five minutes, the intensity of my howls began to wane. I felt a warm, tingling sensation spreading through my body again, and I knew I was shifting back.

My limbs retracted, my fur receded, and I found myself back in my human form, lying on the forest floor, panting heavily.

I am afraid that all of this is not real. When it just happened, it was my illusion. When I saw the tooth chain on my neck, it is no longer bronze, but silver-gray, a symbol of the transformation I had just experienced.

I looked up at the moon, feeling a mix of gratitude and determination. I had a lot to figure out, but for the first time in years, I felt a sense of belonging, a connection to the world of wolves.

The forest was quiet again, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. I stood up, brushing the dirt from my clothes, and took a deep breath.

The air was cool and refreshing, and I felt a newfound sense of clarity. I would return to the pack, and I would prove myself.

With a determined step, I began to make my way back to the city, the moon casting a silvery path before me. The world was different now, and I was ready to face it as a wolf.