The Wolf Pack

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Samuelx
Samuelx
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Night  falls.

The  Moon  rises  in  the  sky.
He  feels   a  stirring  from  deep  inside.
A  sudden  need   to  be   elsewhere.


The  Change  comes   over  him.
He  transforms  from a   mere  man
into  something   powerful  and  fierce.
A  member  of  the  brotherhood  of  the wolf.
Answering   the   call  of  the  Moon  since time
immemorial.


The  Wolf  runs.
He  leaves  the  dwelling of  the  man  he had been.
Into  the darkness  he  wanders.
All this  is  familiar  to  him.   The  forests.   The  night.
Such  a wonderful  feeling,   to  run  free  into  the  night.


He   senses  something   out  there.
Although  he  claims this   territory as his own,
he   is  not  alone.   His  brethren  roam  the night
as  well.   He   howls  and   a set  of   howls  answer
him.    It  is his   brethren  calling   upon  him  to  join
them   tonight  for  a  Hunt.


He   joins  them.
These  creatures  who  by day   had   been  
ordinary  men  and  women  now  roam  the
night.    They are  in  the  wilderness,  stalking
prey   and  running  like a   true  pack.


What  a   great   thing  it  is
to  be  a  wolf.   To  be  transformed
and  free.   The  call  of  the  Moon  is
a  blessing  and   not  a  curse as   many
would  have  you  believe.


The  Pack  hunts   till  dawn.
When  the  sun  rises,   they  are
human  once   more.   They  return  to their
ordinary  lives.   Something  of  the  wolf
remains.   A   fire  in  the  eyes.   A  hunger
for  the  night.


The  End.

Samuelx
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