One of the most iconic aspects of werewolves is when they transform from human to beast. When I was a little kid, I was obsessed with this part of being a werewolf and even tried it myself, which did not sit well with my mother. I like it when a werewolf’s muscle fibers, bones, sinews, and joints crack and contort as they rearranged themselves into something new. Their innards would burn and expand as they twist and churn into new shapes. When the sun comes back up and the werewolf turns back into a human, they undergo the same painful and grotesque mutation. All of this would leave the werewolf drained, exhausted, and sore from head to toe from transforming twice in one night. I also see a sense of symbolism when a werewolf’s clothes are torn off during their transformation. The reason why it is symbolic is because their clothing represents a part of their human self being ripped away as they turn into beasts. I have my own idea of the werewolf transformation for my new idea and it is pretty messed up.