Henry

Still pretty tough to come up with some new stories every day, but I'm pushing on. Im trying to use all sorts of inspiration for my stories. Hope everybody enjoys !. Comments are greatly appreciated.

Henry was a good boy who was seven years old. He put away his toys and did what he was told. When the moon is at its brightest Henry doesn't feel that right. He grows fangs and claws and hair out of sight. Normally Harry is quiet and shy. When the moon is in the distance, I wouldn't stand nearby.