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La transformación ocurre justo cuando él ( el que se cree el omnipotente) decide que empieza la oscuridad.

Ella apaciguada en su aún reconfortante hogar se estremece, llegó la temida hora,no hay vestigios de luz, solo la luna muestra su única y eterna cara con su tenue claridad.

Su corazón comienza a latir desaforadamente. Ha empezado la inevitable transformación, sus sentidos se agudizan, los pensamientos se enturbian, sus poros al igual que sus pupilas, empiezan a dilatarse, es hora, se dice, ya es hora,
empieza a alejarse cuidadosamente de sus hijos y lentamente se va transformando,siente su sangre hirviendo y los huesos crujir, siente un dolor agudo recorrer su cuerpo.

Una vez empiezan a emerger el pelaje en su piel solo falta que sus colmillos afloren y sus ojos se vuelvan color fuego.

Sigilosamente se va alejando, segura de que la hora ha llegado. Esta vez sí lo logrará, llegará antes de las 6 horas asignadas.

Llegará y al verlo se posará en su repugnante humanidad y tajo a tajo desgarrará su cuerpo y triturará sus huesos hasta que no quede nada de él, una vez lo haya eliminado ya no habrá más transformaciones dolorosas, ahogos nocturnos, ni palpitaciones asfixiantes, por fin acabará con su metamorfosis nocturna.

Teniendo estos pensamientos agitados la transformación se completó y sale la loba, fugaz a cumplir como todas las noches su feroz cometido siempre interrumpido, pero hoy dispuesta a cumplirlo, no se distrae, solo lleva una meta fija:

acabar con el hacedor de sus suplicios nocturnos.

Nada distrae a la loba feroz quien esquiva todos los obstáculos, va hambrienta de desahogo, locura y desesperación; no se abstrae, no titubea, solo corre implacable hacia su objetivo.

Llega jadeante, sin casi aire en sus pulmones a la casona inmensa rebosante de lujos y adornada de miles de lamentos que alberga al ser detestable.

Y allí estaba él, muy plácido creyéndose el dueño del mundo y la loba sin pensarlo se abalanza a cumplir su cometido y cuando por fin cree alcanzarlo, se agota el tiempo, ya pasaron las 6 horas,

llega la luz.

la loba ya no es loba, está al lado de sus hijos; ahora es una madre tierna, ansiando otra nueva e inevitable oportunidad.

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The transformation occurs just as he (the one who believes himself omnipotent) decides that darkness begins.

She, pacified in her still comforting home, shudders; the dreaded hour has arrived, no trace of light, only the moon shows its unique and eternal face with its faint brightness.

Her heart begins to beat wildly. The inevitable transformation has begun, her senses sharpen, thoughts become clouded, her pores begin to dilate as well as her pupils, it's time, she says to herself; *it's time, * she starts to carefully distance herself from her children and slowly begins to transform, feeling her blood boiling and bones crunching, feeling a sharp pain running through her body.

Once the fur begins to emerge on her skin, only her fangs need to appear and her eyes turn fiery.

She stealthily moves away, confident that the time has come. This time she will succeed, arriving before the assigned 6 hours.

She will arrive and upon seeing him, she will settle in his repugnant humanity and tear apart his body and crush his bones until there is nothing left of him.

Once she has eliminated him, there will be no more painful transformations, nocturnal suffocation, or suffocating palpitations; finally, she will end her nocturnal metamorphosis. With these agitated thoughts, the transformation is complete, and the she-wolf emerges, fleeting to fulfill her fierce task as every night, always interrupted, but today determined to fulfill it, undistracted, only with a fixed goal:

to end the maker of her nocturnal torments.

Nothing distracts the fierce she-wolf who dodges all obstacles, hungry for release, madness, and desperation; she doesn't get distracted, doesn't hesitate, just runs relentlessly towards her goal.
She arrives panting, with little air in her lungs, and there is the immense mansion overflowing with luxuries and adorned with thousands of laments that houses the detestable being.

And there he was, very placid, believing himself the owner of the world, and the she-wolf without hesitation lunges to fulfill her mission, and when she finally believes she will reach him, time runs out, the light arrives.

The she-wolf is no longer a she-wolf, she is next to her children; now she is a tender mother, longing for another new and inevitable opportunity.

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