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Werewolf
Everything was going swell.
Then suddenly, like a feeling from hell,
My sight begins to mist over,
Staggering away from the place,
Fur appearing on my face,
A howl resonates many times over.
Rage turning me mad,
Pain onto others making me glad,
And then with a flicker of sanity.
I see my self standing in a pool of blood,
A child's tears mingling with mud,
I pray for you all to see.
That throughout the rain and sorrow,
The full moon on the morrow,
Will see a werewolf die.
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Werewolf In the Night
I stood there, waiting. Waiting for it to happen. Wind tossed my hair around and brushed against me as the shine of the moon lit up the night. The trees rustled and smaller animals crawled around – for now.
It suddenly hit me. A great pain pulled my body straight onto the ground and I started screaming. I stared at my hand as long, piercing, nails extended out of them. My pain curled them into fists as I quickly looked away.
My chest started to push out – my body was changing my structure. I curled up as my ribs seared in flames – or at least that's how it felt. My ribs shattered open as my organs re-arranged themselves.
My
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Werewolf Lessons
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Father’s words: “Keep your head down. Don’t look him in the eyes unless you’re prepared for a fight to the death.”
Luke kept his eyes on the worn floorboards between his paws. Soft moonlight glowed through the window. The stunning view of the city spread out beneath the hill would be quite enjoyable, if not for the company.
The gang leader reclined on an antique velvet couch riddled with claw punctures. “This is your youngest?” he said.
“Yes,” Father said. His head was bowed, posture rigid, scent tinged with fear. “He is a good boy. Very responsible. He
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