He was on his way home with a friend walking in a park. They looked at the moon, so beautiful and full, unaware that it was a portent. Minutes later, a howl pierced the night. They were surprised to hear a wolf far from a forest. I like wolves, his friend said to him, and he howled back at it.
But when the wolf howled back, louder and terrifying, they saw it came from more than a mere wolf. It stood at least eight feet tall, had the head of a wolf and the body of a giant, muscled up man. Before they could run away, it pounced on his friend who screamed. Too horrified to help his friend and not wanting to die, he sprinted to his car and raced away.
He reported what happened to the police. They didn’t believe him but searched the park anyway, and, as expected, they found no clues of the beast or of his friend. But when the next full moon rose in the sky, he heard his friend howling outside his house.
Bob Boyd