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La Lluna Plena – the Full Moon – that beautiful and mysterious celestial body which stirs within us all those deep, dark emotions we do our best to subdue and control. For some of us, her influence runs deeper, much deeper. We all walk beneath her maddening rays, yet, while most may shrug off the notion that inside us all resides a beast – a savage wolf – there are those of us who embrace the monster within and ride that lunatic wave with abandon each time she casts her gaze upon us.
Some see it as a blessing, others…a curse. To be bitten, and fall prey to murderous urges beyond our control, or to have the good fortune to be born into the pack, or perhaps even to whisper words of spell in order to evoke the lycanthropic gift, there are more than a few ways to cast aside the human skin and let loose the wolf within. Those ways are explored throughout this collection of werewolf terrors.
Suspend disbelief, dear reader, because whether you care to admit it, or continue to live in ignorant bliss, we walk among you. We smell the blood as it courses through your veins and taste your fear on the breeze. We long to see the life drain from your quivering flesh as we gorge. Beware the Full Moon, as you are about to enter the world of the Werewolf.
~ Toneye Eyenot
From Dire – A cat burglar finds himself in all kinds of trouble, when he discovers his client is not all he seems to be.
“Splendid!” the man gleefully retorted. “Follow me. I have the rest of your…payment.” This last word sent Milton into a mild swoon, and he placed his hand on the wall beside him to steady himself before complying with what seemed an irresistible command.
Doors swung open before him and the soft light spilled out to the hallway, casting an unearthly incandescence around the silhouette of his host which made him shimmer in and out of visibility right before his eyes. Terror gripped his entire being, but Milton was compelled forward, into the room beyond.
“Show me,” the man commanded, and Milton stiffly removed the bag from his shoulder, placed it on a small table and retrieved the fossil, passing it to the man with shaking hands. He snatched it from Swift and gazed at it for a few moments in awed silence. “Sit,” he ordered, not taking his eyes off the magnificent paw print he now held in his eager hands. Once again, and completely devoid of any resistance, Swift complied…