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Your town quickly retreated to shelter at the fall of night: in fear of the moon and its wolves, yes, but also out of shame over killing one of your own. For what feels like a lifetime, the only sound is the slow creaking of the corpse that still swings from the gallows tree.
And then, not long after midnight, there are screams, the sounds of a struggle, and a cacophony of bloodcurdling howls loud enough to rattle window panes clear across your village.
But these are not the howls of predators making a kill.