Werewolf issues

It must have been a good night because I can’t remember a thing about it. This has been happening a lot recently. More and more, in fact. I’m not too worried about it, apart from the scar tissue on the soles of my feet and the strange, unearthly reverberations in my arms and legs, and I sometimes feel uneasy now, as dusk begins to fall. There’s the feeling of a void opening, and the swift roar of a river, powerful and black under the moon, and the occasional urge to slide up the window and set out over the rooftops.