Kajar entered the moonlit clearing and froze. Morfesh, the fearsome wolf lord, stood staring at the full moon. Kajar, about to flee, stopped as Morfesh collapsed, howling and writhing in seeming agony, his body deforming: fur, tail, snout receding; limbs becoming more… more human-like?
The howling stopped. A man stood in place of Morfesh. He glared at Kajar. “Have you completed your year-end returns?”
It was Arthur the Were-Tax Collector.
My entry in the March 2020 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Genre: Fantasy or Science Fiction