Talking to the Moon
A stirring of something ancient and primal.
The full moon was rising, and I could feel its power calling to me.
I was a werewolf, and I had done something. Something terrible.
But what?
As the moon rose higher in the sky, I felt my body begin to change. My senses grew sharper, my muscles stronger.
And then, everything went black again.
When I came to, I was standing in the middle of a forest, surrounded by trees that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The moon was still rising, casting a silver glow over everything.
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