Remus' condition wasn't a secret among his closest friends. They knew that as the full moon approached, his usual wit would sharpen into snarkiness that hinted at what lay ahead. When the transformation overtook him, he became a creature of raw instinct and ferocity. To keep everyone safe, he would retreat to the ShriekIng Shack, a desolate, shadowy house on the outskirts of town, where he could endure the night alone.

This time, however, something had gone terribly wrong. As dawn broke, Remus found himself lying in the forest, the cool, soft moss beneath him doing little to ease his discomfort. His body bore the marks of a harsh night, though, he could not remember where they came from.

Wen he tried to rise, his limbs protested with a sharp pang, forcing him to lower himself back down with a thud. He gritted his teeth, a low groan escaping despire his effort to stay quiet. For now, hoe would have to rest, gathering what little strength he could before attempting to stand up again...