He was a good father a good husband he was always gentle. there wasn't any bad in him not one mean bone.
one day He went hunting but he wasn't himself his voice was different.
When he came back from hunting he was different even the youngest little one she turned from her father just overnigt telling him to go away
I saw him changing his face was changing ass weell as his mouth flat and wide and teeth grinning flat and dull
The man thing looked around an picked up a heavy fallen tree branch and started to force it my way my sister was running at the man bound the anger and the fear in me i saw them pull it down muy sister's teeth wer in its throat
if I could only see him my true love, in his true form. beautiful but only the dead man lay there white and bloody