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The night was his. It had always been his, for as long as he could remember. The night had been his friend. It provided the shadows through which he crept, stalked, hunted. And it gave him the moon.
Looking up, Fenrir felt the pull of the moon. It was not full yet, but soon. Its face, shining down on him was a promise, a reminder of who and what he was. He eagerly awaited the change it brought. It was the one time that he could be truly free.
Outwardly, he looked like any man. Hands tucked into his pockets as he sauntered down the street, a lit cigarette held between his teeth. He had an air about him that either scared people off, or drew them in. Danger. Messy black hair, black leather jacket. He had foregone the motorbike for tonight in preference of walking. He liked the ground under his feet, the solidness of his legs beneath him. And he could hear and see much more at this pace.
A sound to his left had Fenrir grinning. He might be wearing his human skin, but his instincts were that of a wolf. And even if the moon wasn’t full, he still had teeth and claws. And he still relished in the hunt. He waited to see if the creature that made the noise would come into sight or if he would have to play a little wolf and mouse with it.
