The Werewolves of Liverpool

Prologue

It was a warm summer night, a first in the city of Liverpool but a member of their most famous rock act was going to take advantage of it. 

 George Harrison was in a creative slump and figured a bit of fresh air would be just the thing he needed to gain inspiration. "It's getting late, I should probably head back now."As he walked back home he could hear a howl in the distance, but wolves weren't a common sight in England. Afraid of what might happen next, George took off into a run. 

 He ran as fast as he could from the howls now growing louder, unfortunately, he didn't watch where he was going and ended up tripping on a rock. He tried to readjust himself but the large wolf had him pinned down hard, in an instant it bit deep into his leg, causing the guitarist to scream in agony.

He screamed until his vision started to fade, slumping onto the ground as the wolf or whatever it was crawled off him and lunged into the woods.

 He laid motionless, soon awakening back in his room. "Huh? I guess it was just a dream.." He thought. "I could have sworn it was real."As he slowly got up, he winced at the bitten leg, now covered in soft white bandages.

"Oh... I guess it did happen, but I wonder who brought me home?" He thought as he shifted out of his bed. "Ouch.. I'll probably need crutches for a while." He moaned as he went down to join the rest of his bandmates at the breakfast table.