The moon is full tonight 'neath the smokey clouds. In the distance I hear a howl, followed by a heart wrenching whimper. An unnatural disturbance.
Hiding in the shadows a desperate soul is torn between what is decent and the horrible urge that consumes him. An inner turmoil of massive proportions. Suddenly the urge gains momentum as the moon illuminates his wretched silhouette.
He starts off toward town, creeping along the dark corners, behind the bushes. he must not allow himself to be seen by anyone. Appearing not, as man nor animal, but rather a strange combination of the two. A beast of sorts, with a human heart beating inside.
Suprised by his heightened senses. He hears, smells, and sees everything with such clarity. Yes, the turmoil is leaving, the urge has won. He has one purpose now. He is on the hunt. Suddenly he spots movement in the clearing. He smells life nearby. Listening with intent, he hears a distant voice, innocent laughter.
As he begins to slither toward the laughter, he notices the world around him starts to change. Branches on the trees begin to glimmer....a gentle light shines all around him. Panic sets in....
The fear of being noticed, of someone screaming. As the light becomes brighter, he hobbles behind an old barn. His head grows dizzy as humility re-enters his soul. Lying in the wet grass he slowly regains his composure. Standing upright he begins to walk toward the main road.
Passing by his neighbors, waving and smiling at each one. He wonders what they must think of his tattered clothing and what horrific headlines he will read. ...So is the life of a werewolf.......
