
In old lore, the werewolf was one of the most feared my human beings. With a bite or scratch, you would turn by the next full moon. They walked almost as a man but had the body features of a wolf. They were smart, strong, and beyond deadly. Silver being the only known way to kill them. Wolfsbane being the only thing to ward them off. What's worse? By day they took the form of a normal human. A man or woman. Anyone you meet could be a monster by the next full moon. Since then, we've changed. Evolved. We've captured the skill of the change and went into hiding. The full moon no longer controls us but merely makes us stronger. We want to be accepted into life. Maybe... someday soon.All Rights Reserved
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