"What're ya doin'?" Diane yawned and rubbed her eyes. She had been awakened from her sleep by the sound of Alex moving around below her.

"I'm just going out for a walk. Not really tired right now." Alex's reply came thoughtfully, and Diane yawned a fangy yawn again before searching around for a clock.

"Wha'? A walk? Bro, it's two in tha mornin'!"

"Like I said, I'm not tired I guess." Alex chuckled lightly. "I'll only be gone for a little while anyway."

Diane grumbled and flopped over in her bed, pulling the covers up around her. "Fine. Jus' dun let Dad catch ya."

Alex heeded his sisters advice as made his way quietly down the stairs and out the front door. The night air was cool and crisp, and the sky was rather cloudy, letting little moonlight filter down to the sleeping world below. The woren batted an ear and rubbed his fur covered arms, his tail twitching. It's been long enough, may as well try again tonight. With that thought, he stepped from the porch and made his way through the small village and out towards the woods.

It had been a little over a week since Alex's last were transformation. He was still determined, however, to do his best to overcome his weretiger berserk. Even if it does mean pulling myself out of a nice, warm, comfy bed and house to come out here on cold nights and go berserk in the woods until I get too tired and change back, just to drag myself home and possibly sleep in late the next day and almost miss getting to school. The woren's ears flicked uneasily. However, even that seemed like a small price to pay when he considered the idea of being able to learn how to control his were transformation.

The woren didn't know the real price he'd have to pay for what he was doing.

Last time this had hurt like heck. Alex let out a sigh as he remembered his earlier attempt to force a berserk. It was much harder to do from a relaxed state. The weretiger berserk was brought about by anger, fear, huge waves of adrenaline. The hard part was trying to reach berserking limits when there was no reason for it. The woren closed his eyes and scratched the back of his neck uneasily as he began to attempt a transformation. Like before, it took him a few minutes, but Alex let out a startled and pained gasp as he felt the affects of the berserk taking over. The woren double over, his body began to feel as though it was being ripped apart and reshaped. Why does this hurt so much?? The woren let out a whimper. Whenever he had berserked due to anger, it hadn't hurt like this, so why was it hurting so much now?

He didn't know.

He didn't know that whenever he forced the berserk on himself, his body was not ready for the transformation even though his mind allowed it. During the times that Alex had lost control before, he had been prepared, physically and mentally, to let the transformation take over. During those times, it was more of a strain for the woren to hold back his berserk, but when he didn't, the transformation process came so easily and painlessly that he hardly even noticed it until he was no longer Alex but then a blood thirsty weretiger.

However, now when he forced it upon himself, his body was not prepared for the transformation, and every inch of him fought to keep control even if he didn't want to. What resulted was a longer and devastatingly painfull transforming process. The woren was almost gratefull when he felt himself drop to the ground on his four padded feet, his black mane ruffling lightly in the breeze, his instincts slowly overwhelming his senses as he lost himself to the weretiger's berserk. The huge cat let out a hungry cry before it padded off deeper into the woods, searching for creatures to hunt.

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