Mac, who had come into the lead, suddenly came to a stop, and several of the others were so distracted by the nightmare landscape that they ran into him and nearly knocked him over. After some shuffling, muttering, and grumbling, they all turned to see what had caused the delay.

Up ahead of them, the driveway had come into view, and in the driveway sat the car that stood as their destination. Atop the car, highlighted dramatically by the full moon as though it were a spotlight on a stage, was a nightmare come to life: a fully formed, hairy, drooling aberration.

A werewolf.

It stood up straight, pulled back its head, and let out a howl.

“Hole. Ly. Diver,” said Jay, his disbelief ef winning in the internal battle raging inside of him between the hope that voicing his surprise would dismiss the impossible and the fear that told him to keep silent to remain undetected.

The werewolf snapped to attention in the direction of Jay’s voice. A low growl rumbled from inside of it as it knelt down