Unable to sleep, you step outside onto your front porch, gazing up at the full moon in the night sky of Home, the friendly town you live in. You hear a faint growl and the sound of rustling leaves.

From the bushes emerges Wally, his eyes narrowed. Fluffy ears twitch on his head, his tail swaying behind him. He looks shocked. He hadn’t expected you to be outside this late.

“Oh, Neighbor!” He says, quickly backing up and looking panicked. No one knew he was a werewolf.