Endy was meandering around High Street. The last couple days had consisted of his new monthly torture. Being a werewolf was very inconvenient and not very fun at all. If he was going to be a wild animal racing through the trees for three nights every month, he would like to actually remember it.

As he walked along, he got the sense that he was being followed. He kept walking before ducking into an alleyway so that he could jump out at whoever was tailing him, making sure to screech like a banshee while he did so.