"Shapechanger. Nightstalker.
That first night had held both terror and joy.
Terror at the change, but it could not erase the joy of the loping run under the night skies, the wind in his fur, the darkness filled with a hundred scents and odors.
But in the morning, he knew another face of fear - that he would be discovered, that he was evil, that he would be slain.
How could it be otherwise?
Too much the wolf to live among men.
Too much the man to live among wolves."
Wolf Moon - Charles de Lint
This image courtesy of Ben Miller.
