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Click hereNight 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.