A terrifying female werewolf-like creature snarls

The Widow's Curse (2/2) --------------------------------------------------- With glowing amber eyes that cut through the darkness, Eliza's transformation neared completion. Her humanity receded like shadows at dawn as the beast's instincts consumed her. Bones cracked and reformed beneath her skin while fur sprouted along her limbs. The modest white blouse she wore hung in tatters around her changing form. Whatever remained of Eliza Vaduva was now imprisoned within the monster she had become—a creature of moonlight and savage hunger that would roam the Carpathian wilderness until daybreak. Blood stained her chest where her heart hammered against her ribs, fighting the change even as it consumed her. The forest floor trembled beneath her as she lurched forward on unsteady legs. No longer did she weep for what she had become; the beast felt only the thrill of the hunt ahead. Behind those fiery eyes lay a predator's cunning, calculating and patient. Somewhere in the distance, a stag froze, sensing danger, unaware that death now stalked it through the mist-shrouded trees. By midnight, the transformation was complete. Where once there'd stood a grieving widow, now prowled a creature of legend - half-human, half-wolf. Moonlight caught in her matted fur as she loped between ancient trees that had witnessed centuries of such horrors. Until dawn, she would hunt, satisfying primal urges that would sicken her human self. Yet deep in the wilderness, far from the village she called home, Eliza found a strange freedom in her curse—a savage liberation from the constraints of her lonely human existence.