Hector fell sweating on the drawing room sofa, his body twitching in pain with the first signs of the transformation to come. In an hour the full moon would be high over London, and he would once again roam the city’s dimly-lit streets in the form of a hideous canine beast, driven by ancient instinct to stalk innocent young maidens and stare at them through unblinking eyes until they ran in terror. Thus was Hector Pudwillow cursed to become the fiend known as… The Were-maraner!
Murray C. bringing the cute weirdness or the weird cuteness.
