The Wolf-Man

An beast covered in fur. Razor sharp fangs used for hunting. Claws like daggers for ripping apart the flesh of a victim. Man turned into wolf when the full moon arises. He searches for meat to sink his teeth into to fill his famished belly. Desperately hunting for the scent of flesh. Little girls, little boys, anyone he could find he would devour. 

“Where is mommy?” A voice in the darkness calls. A child lost in the woods at this hour?  How lucky. 

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