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The moon is full, high in the sky and pouring reflected light fully into the slowly growing town below. He had known it was coming. He'd felt the power of the moon, or the lunar gods or whatever passing over him. And he hated it. He hated lying to Carl; he hated dealing with the transformation; he hated avoiding people as a precautionary measure.
But he did it all anyway.
This is why he's as far away from the center of town as he can be. Up in the mountains, hiding in the forested areas, in the form of a huge, black-coated wolf with a mouthfull of snarling, sharp teeth.