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Chapter Three: The Full Moon Rising

The days dragged on, accumulating into an unbearable weight upon Tex Stone's shoulders. Each afternoon was punctuated by an ever-looming anticipation, and he found himself glancing toward the horizon, waiting for the night that marked the full moon. Deep within, a storm was brewing, the craving for release intensifying with each passing moment.

Finally, the night arrived. Tex stood on his porch, staring up at the luminous orb floating high in the sky. It was more vibrant than he had ever seen, casting a silvery glow over the landscape. An electric energy thrummed through him, and he could feel it all around — the air crackling, alive with anticipation.

His breath quickened as he felt the first pangs of pain ripple through his bones. It started in his fingertips, a dull ache that almost felt like a warning. Tex gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the instinctual urge rumbling within him—a raw, animalistic force desperate for release.

Before he knew it, his muscles tensed and twisted, an otherworldly transformation coursing through his body. He doubled over, gasping as he felt his bones crack and shift beneath his skin. The sensation was agonizing yet exhilarating, as if every nerve ending in his body had been set ablaze.

Screams of pain clawed their way out of his throat, but no sound came. Instead, he was engulfed in darkness, overpowered by instincts and urges that were entirely foreign to him. No longer was he Tex Stone, the good-hearted stoner. He was consumed by the beast within him, the man he once knew slipping further and further away.

Bones twisted and stretched, skin rippled as fur sprouted from his body. The world around him shifted, distilled into raw instincts – the primal urge to hunt, to chase, to claim. In minutes that felt like eternity, he was no longer standing on the porch; he was transformed into a creature of the night, a creature who no longer thought of love, work, or friendships. All that mattered now was survival and pleasure.

As the moon hung high, Tex prowled through the darkness of the woods, every instinct heightened. Sounds vibrated through him; he could hear everything — the rustling of leaves, the flutter of wings, the distant murmur of life just beyond his reach. But when he caught the scent of something — something intoxicating and irresistible — a new desire ignited within him, overwhelming all else.

Hours passed in a blur of instinct and frenzy. Whatever thoughts or intentions Tex had as a man, faded into the background of the primal wolf that roamed the night.

His first encounter was a blur, an encounter driven solely by the heightened desire coursing through him. He caught sight of a woman outside a bar, laughter spilling from her lips like music. Her presence wrapped around him like a siren’s call, and he approached, instincts driving him beyond the realms of his former self.

Somehow, he found himself behind the dim light of the building, with her pressed against the cold, rough brick. The passion surged through him like wildfire, primal and feral. He didn’t learn her name, didn’t care to ask. The thrill of the chase, the rawness of the encounter, fueled his hunger. He seized her in a whirlwind of desire, bending her over behind the dumpster, where the sweet scent of garbage mixed with the intoxicating lure of her body.

In those moments, everything faded into chaos. The minimalist interactions driven purely by need robbed him of any comprehension of where he was, who she was, or how their paths had crossed. With every thrust, pleasure surged through him, erasing the remnants of Tex Stone, leaving behind only the beast that craved more.

The moon hung high overhead, casting silver shadows across the night, witnessing the primal release that pulsed through the air. When it was over and the beast was spent, he slipped away into the night, leaving the woman behind, lost in the shadows. There were more encounters, more frenzied moments, all blurring into one intoxicating haze of desire and power.

Eventually, as the night wore on, Tex felt consciousness slip away. The beast within him still roared, but a fog settled in, and he wandered, leaving chaos and desire in his wake, with no memory of what had transpired. He could feel the remnants of adrenaline surging, but ultimately, the moon took control.

When the dawn broke, Tex found himself waking in the light of a new day, disoriented and helpless. Naked and bloody, he lay on the forest floor, surrounded by signs of the wild night he barely remembered. Dappled sunlight streamed through the trees, illuminating the torn remnants of his clothes nearby. Confusion settled in as he glanced around, trying to piece together the moments that had led him here.

Panic washed over him, and his heart raced as he tried to recall the encounters, the faces, the bodies he had claimed. But it was all a blur, lost in the fog of the beast's heightened instincts. He had succumbed to the wildness within him, released in ways he could hardly fathom.

Tex shook his head, trying to shake off the confusion. How many lives had he touched? How many times had he surrendered to the primal urges he'd never known? Each question sent another wave of turmoil through him; a hunter seeking answers, yet lost in a labyrinth of shadows.

As the sun continued to rise, Tex stood, shivering in the cool morning air, uncertain of what would come next. His heart raced with guilt and shame over the memories that evaded him. The darkness had claimed him, and the monster within continued to awaken in brutal, uncontrolled ways.

Frustration welled up in him. He couldn’t continue living without answers. Each full moon transformed his life into chaos, chasing him further from the man he once was. Although the primal urges promised freedom and pleasure, they were slowly engulfing him, and he feared he was losing himself entirely.

The only thing he could remember was the seductive call of the wolf lurking inside him—the pull towards something wild and uncivilized, a hunger for more than he had ever known. He needed to understand what he was becoming and find a way to regain control before the beast’s chaos consumed him entirely. Every passing moon grew closer, and with it, the beast inside grew stronger.

With newfound determination, Tex left behind the remnants of the night’s chaos, determined to seek answers. The moon would rise again, and he needed to figure out just what he was becoming and how to keep the beast within from controlling him completely. But as he walked through the forest, the weight of his primal instincts tugged at him, whispering promises of dark pleasures he had come to crave. The battle between man and monster was only just beginning.

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