[The great man-beast tosses his head back as a howl reverberates from deep within him. The moon is an unnatural silvery-red disk hanging in the richness of the night sky, and he serenades it with the passion that only a werewolf can produce. But his triumphant song is cut short as he catches the distant scent of Man, their many-pronged weapons, and
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