They’re everywhere.
The wolves are out tonight.
They prowl the streets, looking for blood, not satisfied.
They will never be satisfied.
The wolves are out tonight.
They make a simple walk a gauntlet, a crazy thing only madmen–or well-armed men, or fellow wolves–attempt.
The wolves are out tonight.
They are everywhere, and no one is safe.
The wolves are out.
God help us all.
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