My #feet really hate being caged up in shoes, even sandals.

Thankfully, I remembered to turn the sprinklers off before moonrise, thus sparing me a soaking when I return to my human form in the morning. #werewolf problems!

I peer out the window, staring at the full moon. I feel the beast stir within me. I used to be fearful. But now? I like it. Despite the pain, it feels like being reborn. My heart races, my skin crawls. I kick my sandals off and wiggle my toes as my fur and claws emerge. #werewolf #transformation

Ah, great Uncle Larry Talbot. Like me, he became a #werewolf because our bloodline is cursed.

I should be on the faculty!

Another pedicure about to bite the dust. But that’s life as a #werewolf. Fun fact, my #feet are one of the first parts of my body to change.

Lycanthropy hurts. Especially your first time. But, having someone by your side through it can make it a bit easier to handle.

So I’ve been a #werewolf since 2004. I was in college and coming home from a party. The moon was full and I never saw what hit me. Woke up in the hospital.

I just love the #werewolf movie trope of having perfect weather during the full moon. You know how it goes, the clouds part revealing the moon and our fur and claws come out. Yeah no, my last full moon was downpour. My fur was soaked and smelled wet dog all night!

So tonight’s a full moon and it’s raining. Yippee, wet fur.

New sandals and nail polish!

Freshly-painted toes and new sandals

I just love it when I paint my nails only to realize it’s a full moon. #werewolf

Hello everybody! I’m Alexandra. I’m an #indieauthor with a bit of a #werewolf obsession.