Every so often she feels the tide of her blood rising and falling in her veins. Her heart pounds, and her skin crawls with a million invisible vermin. Around her folks stare in alarm as she opens her mouth to speak and all that comes forth is a snarl. Who is this person, they wonder. What happened to our friend? High up in the night sky, a bursting moon throws off its veil of darkness, spurring the world into disarray. Tonight, it says, you belong to me.
Beware of the she werewolf. She likes her red wine! Here’s to the full moon!