With each full moon, Karl would disappear without a trace. One night, against your better judgment, you’d snuck out during the full moon. A Lycan had pounced out of the dark. You tried to run, but tripped. Just as the Lycan lurched at you, another, larger one tackled it. Mortified, you turned to run, but the large Lycan grabbed you by the arm.

“I thought I told you to stay inside.” He hissed. It was only then you noticed the frayed fabric of Karl’s jacket around the beast.