Werewolf

The Werewolf On misty nights, when the full moon fills the sky, she changes. Her skin trembles, her bones shift, and her eyes turn amber. What remains is no longer a peaceful woman; she is a wild wolf, swift and ruthless, with a heart that still holds a sliver of humanity. The werewolf is neither fully human nor fully monster. She is caught between two worlds; she runs for blood at night and cries for oblivion during the day. Sometimes she wishes the moon would set forever… sometimes she prays for it to be full again.