The room is lit in hues of pale orange The silence is shattered by a creaking door hinge Wrestling the sheets she’s frantic in her nightmare Gasping for air she can sense his evil glare. Running through the forest she trips and falls In the distance she hears the werewolf’s call Scared to the bone she can’t move a muscle Her brain tells her, move, quick, get up, hustle. She runs blindly along, willed by sheer persistence Her will to survive, he admires with utmost reverence Fast as she can she moves through the night Last thing she remembers is his stinging bite. She awakes in her bed weak and worn Scared and confused she looks at her bed clothes all torn Her heart races fast she collapses in a faint Awaking a little later her arm is bound tight in a restraint. Fighting a fever is her nightly plight Never awake long enough to see the bright light Her eyes become dull, listless and dead ‘Her body is changing’ she’s heard it been said. Twenty eight days later her fever has broken Unto the bright moon her inner demon has awoken She hears them howling and runs to her kind Bonded forever, for upon a human body they’ve dined.