He walks down the dirt paved path in the park, as leaves rustle and blow across his path. It was a long stressful week at work and he wanted to unwind with a nice evening stroll in the park.
As the wind blows again he shutters a bit burying his hands a bit deeper into his pockets. Fall has arrived. Actually. Wait. He pauses. What day? He quickly looks at his watch.
"Oh crap!" he mutters as he looks up as the moon shows itself in all its glory. A beautiful moon. A full moon.
It starts along his spine. A sudden twinge of pain that blossoms into an inferno of agony throughout his body. How could he have been so stupid. How many are going to be hurt or, he thinks as more pain shoots down his legs and arms. Fur, fang, and claw emerge cutting through his flesh as the changes continue. A tail begins to grow as his bones crack and alter themselves.
This has happened countless times before, but always in a controlled environment. Never like this. Never exposed to the public.
As the changes complete he lets out his frustration and pain into the night in the form of primal, feral roar.