A teenager tries to resist the full moon...will he succeed?

I'm treating this as a standalone story, but perhaps it could somehow fit into my Wolf on the Field universe...
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I stared out of the window of my bedroom, glancing at the horizon before me. The clouds, gray in the already-pitch black night sky, shield away the beckoning moon that hides in the distance. I don't know why I am this way. I was totally normal until I turned seventeen. I thought my newfound strength was because I was working hard to make it to that point. I never imagined I would be wrong. I didn't realize there was this tremendous beast within me that threatened to come out on a moment's whim. I have managed to conceal it. Hide it. Nobody can tell. It's only when the full moon comes out that I'm no longer able to contain it. It bursts from me like a the fizz that explodes from a soda can when it's shaken too hard before opening.

I don't want this to happen. Being a werewolf is so hard already when one is in human form. You have to deal with intense scent and hearing, not to mention the urges that are so difficult to ignore. It's this damn full moon that throws it all off. Every time I try to resist it. Stop it from happening. I tell myself that if I can, just once...maybe I can cease to be a werewolf. Even on this night, I continued to wear my bleached-out jeans and yellow tank, both form fitted well to my body to show off my lean physique.

The moon begins to creep from under the shadows and I can already feel it tugging at me. I try to resist. It makes my stomach cramp and my muscles clench. I lean forward and grip the wall, forcing my eyes shut as I try to stay in control, but also not yell out from the pain I'm feeling. I don't want to lose control.

It starts in my mouth. I feel my teeth slightly lengthening, with my top molars immediately extending downwards into lethal fangs. This can't be happening, I think to myself, trying to stop it. I grip the wall harder in pain, completely oblivious to fact that the nails in my hand are pushing upwards and sharpening into claws. My palms push themselves upwards, lengthening my hand into an aggressively powerful werewolf paw that accidentally clenches so hard that it ripped into the plaster wall.

At the same time, I can already feel fur sprouting all over my body. My chest and back horrendously itch under my tank, while I can feel my butt forcibly growing thick fur that pushes against my boxer briefs. My clean-shaven face becomes patchy, as if I have a beard, but the hair is stringy and thicker.

I moan, still trying to resist turning into a werewolf. My hearing intensifies as I feel the tip of ear quiver, before starting to stretch upwards, also widening. Yes...my wolf eyes are twice the size of my normal human ears. And extremely pointy. I can feel the top of my ears curving into a precise point as it travels up my ear, with hair sprouting on my lobes, meeting the fur sprouting on my face.

The fur is growing so intensely throughout my body, as my muscles are thickening and rearranging themselves. It's not so bad against my tank, but agony on my legs. My jeans already are restricted in how much mass my legs have grown, with the seams severely strained. My legs are becoming both powerful in muscle, but aggressively hairy in fur. My pants simply hand handle it and start to tear at the inner thigh.

Even more agonizing is my feet, which are starting to grow talons from my toenails. My growing talons tear through the front of my socks, as my feet begin to lengthen. I can feel the bones popping and stretching as my feet become hind legs. I scream out in pain, but my vocal cords no longer sound human, but rather sounds more beastly, more...wolfish.

My hands, in juxtaposing with my feet further stretch, forming into thick wolf paws. My the color of my palms transition into black before pushing upwards into pads.

At this point, my back arches and I feel my back muscles contracting and thickening, now making my somewhat looser tank-top almost unbearable to wear as it tightened to the point of constriction. Even worse is my pants. My tailbone begins to lengthen and immediately collides with the seat of my pants. I moan in pain, but the sound that comes out is more of a growl. The tail thickens and lengths even more, which I know but I can feel it in my bones and its sensory reflexes. I can literally feel my tail squashed against my pants...and it hurts. I close my eyes and moan (really growl) as I feel it sprouting fur, making it push against my pants even more. I can tell it's pushing the seat of my jeans out and it's inevitable that my growing tail will rip out from within.

My tank eventually tears off my chest, revealing my hairy and even more sculpted body. I am quickly getting engulfed in darker brown fur, denying my human self any resemblance. My bones creak further, making me hunch over, which is when my tail tears out from the seat of my pants. My legs thicken further, shredding my jeans up to my upper thighs.

Before me, I see the full moon fully exposed in the night horizon. It's succeeded yet again, and it took control me so easily. This is precisely what I'm thinking when I feel my face push forward slightly, with my jaw and nose becoming more attached as they conjoin into a dangerous werewolf muzzle that can now easily house the sharp fangs and canines within my mouth.

I can see myself fully stripped of my humanity and forced to accept, yet again, the wolf within me. I can feel my eyes changing colors, and with that would be any semblance of myself, or my humanity.

As I could feel the final remnants of myself dissipating with the color of my eyes, I think to myself:
I hope when I wake up tomorrow that I won't learn that I hurt someone. Please don't let me hurt anyone tonight...

The werewolf then howled at the moon and leaped from the second-floor bedroom window and hastily ran into the night.