Lune‘s neighborhood has gotten dangerous recently.

While most residents would attribute the danger to the murders on each night of a full moon, Lune has bigger, more immediate problems to worry about.

Sure the deaths were worrying, but it wasn’t like the perpetrator would come after him of all people! He’s always towered over the average person, and with the muscles (his are huge) that he’s cultivated from going to the gym in the middle of the night (so he’s got a bit of insomnia, sue him), Lune is one hundred and ten percent sure he can take on any would-be assailant in the dead of the night.

No, what’s been really rattling Lune‘s brain is that someone else other than him has been breaking into his home! And the worst part is, no matter how hard he tries to catch the culprit in the act, they always manage to pick one of the few nights he’s asleep like a baby to break in!

And then, he’d wake up to his entire house absolutely ransacked by a rake-wielding weirdo. Well, maybe not the entire house, the destruction is very limited to a single clear path from his bedroom to the front door, but his point still stands! A rake-wielding weirdo broke in, shredded all of his soft throw pillows with that rake of theirs, and left an obstacle course of upturned furniture, broken glass, and a layer of feathers and fur on top of everything.

He’s sick and tired of it!

Lune does not have time in the morning to play minesweeper with his poor feet and glass when he has to get to work on time!

“Tonight’s the night.” Lune whispered gleefully to himself as he did one final check of all the locks in the house. They were all secure. Mostly. Actually the lock on the front door is slightly broken after the many times he’s had to break in after forgetting his keys, but no matter!

Tonight, he will definitely catch that freak!

Strutting over to his couch, Lune plopped himself down right in the center. This morning, he had moved the couch to the far end of the living room, strategically giving himself the best view of the front door in preparation for his stake-out. Eager to be rid of the rake-welder once and for all, he kept his eyes trained on the front door at the end of the hallway. And, in the next blink, he was dead asleep to the world.

A gust of wind blew, and the moon revealed itself.

On the couch, Lune shifted uncomfortably, face contorting into a grimace. As he moved, his bones cracked, limbs reshaping into longer, stronger versions of themselves. Thick fur grew out of his skin, covering his entire body and rapidly transforming face, now adorned with a long snout.

When it awoke a moment later, its eyes were a bright, sickly, yellow.

The wolf snarled, rising to its feet. Making a beeline for the front door, it tripped over a slipper Lune had placed strategically to surprise his ‘rake-wielding weirdo’. Reorienting itself after the fall, the wolf swiped at the slipper with an arm, shredding up the item and leaving large claw (rake) marks in the floor.

Skin itching, it leapt for the front door again, bursting out into the cool night air after a particularly hard shove at the knob.

It raised its head, scenting the air for a mark. Following its nose, the wolf prowled through the dark streets of the neighborhood, soon stumbling upon an unsuspecting passerby taking a nighttime walk. Fur bristling with excitement, it blended into the shadows left unlit by the street lamps, slowly stalking towards you.

Quietly, it waited for an opportune moment to strike.