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I loved to watch them change, the velvet red moon bleeding through midnight clouds. There was always that warm breeze on the air, that’s how I knew. Warm currents meant the wolves were coming. It was never as dark or macabre as the movies made it, no, the change meant new life. I could see the birth of a new entity in their eyes. They stretched to huge sizes, much larger than a typical human’s eye; it was almost all pupil. A deep, black chasm replaced the iris. They could see through any dark...