Mistress of the Werewolf

Prologue

(*Disclaimer: This narrative is a fictional account. Any similarity of the characters or situations to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.)

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Listen now, dear reader, as I relate a tale of dark intent and foul consequence. It is in part a true tale, this story of the urban werewolf and his unhappy victim, though this werewolf himself might object to my version of the truth of it. For this werewolf has no idea that he is one.

It may be said that the werewolf is, like all men, a creature torn between the forces of good and evil within him. Even if this werewolf doesn’t believe that there is such a thing as good or evil.

But ill will exists, and a man’s selfish intentions can lead to ruin, the ruin of himself or of others. And is that ruin not an evil thing indeed?

Remember that our werewolf lives most of his life as an ordinary man. He does not dwell in darkness, except within the sometime and far more terrifying darkness that lies within him. The werewolf intimately knows the innermost darkness which lies in all human beings.

But can the mixed-up heart of the man-werewolf really be so dark, so foul, so inhuman?

Listen now to my tale, and decide for yourself..

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