Isis, Freya, and Turquoise Woman just talked to him at last week's rituals: those ungrateful deities!

He would ignore them at the next one, serves them right.

Other patrons exiting the bar pretended to pay attention to the lingering echoes of the mefirst's calls, or the moon.

As he wandered onto the street glancing at my bloody hands he noticed that the moon was high in the sky, a full blood moon. Odd...

... he looks around, swearing he had been here before. The nauseous feeling of de ja vu washes over him.

Things were getting decidedly hairy.

Yet what choice did he have but to press on, searching for the door out.

After so long imprisoned, anything can seem better...

...than losing control and turning into a werewolf again.

But why be a human when you can be a werewolf?

That answer is within, not from without...

...so if he could shift and remain lucid, then...