text: "How should we have it be?" The low murmur of voices closes in on us and I can feel the pressure of observance weighing down on me. The chap in front of me is grinning wide, stupid, and his eyes seem almost to push me away from him. Two guys behind him are staring me down just the same; every one is staring me down. I'm not wanted, I'm not welcome, I should just leave. "How should we have it be then?" The circle closes and here I am holding my spilt suds and a pool cue. From the back of the crowd is emanating a few obscenities, a few vulgarities, the likes of which I will not repeat now, and all the while still I sit holding my cue and suds feeling like a jerk. This brute in my front hasn't clued in yet that something inside of me is turning; something might soon explode.... I guess he'll have to figure it out throughst my willings. "How should we have it be then, eh?" The circle closes tighter and I can smell their thoughts, I can smell their sweat, it's oily and reeking of mechanic exhaust and fume. Inside my innards is welling a great beast. I am going to have it be my way I suppose, There's not any other way it can be. I will act only instinctually. I feel a muscle in my neck, I feel them all, running down my body; everything is so in tune. I am aware of even the most minute detail right now. I can process it all rationally... It would be nice if it would stay that way all night, but I can not help what I am. The Moon tonight, it will be so beautiful, I wish I was outside right now, outside away from the filthy air, outside under silver Luna's wonderful gaze. It's that time of the month for me, and it's happening now. The chap in front of me still wears that idiot's grin. The circle around me closes tighter. I am stuck. It is getting harder to keep myself composed... so why bother trying? I know I should stay away from the herd. I am supposed to protect the herd... but.... The Moon is up, I can smell it. The circle is spreading. There's a fly on the far wall, it just took flight. Oh how I feel right now! I feel wonderful, I am exuberant. Oh brothers, I feel hungry! I think this chap in front of me is going to pull the old sucker punch on Your Humble Narrator; his eyes have betrayed him, only for a second, and I can smell anxiety perfuming his alpha arrogance. He is nervous but he hasn't realized how afraid he should be yet. Slow and fumbling the bloak swings his soft wadded fist up at my teeth. I grab his hand in mine, mine is much larger and much, much harrier. His pudgy skin splits as his soft bones crumble under the bit of squeeze I put on his poor old hand and now this chap is screaming right good. I think the circle is starting to wizen up as to what's happening here. The Moon. Luna, Tulle, Salene, her many names ring in the jumbled cacophony in my head. I can feel her and hear her and smell her, the taste is burning in my throat. Oh how I want to run under her, my friend. I *woof* would love to see her... to feed under her. One of the chaps behind me is getting a little too close. I turn around to find he is holding a knife; a terrible metal *stick* it is. He doesn't stand a chance; I grab his forearm in my jaw. right easy the bone snaps, *the good stuff is in the middle of the bones.* I tear the flesh real messy, and the blood. I taste the sweet, coppery blood. It's hot. The Moon won't wait... I have to get out of here. The circle is scattering, nobody wants to watch a fight anymore. And by the way, that fly, it's on the bar, dipping it's probiscis into the *woof* beer spilt by Your Humble Narrator when that first wanker elbowed into me. There is something else too, I can smell it... like sick fire and oily smoke. It is a... gun! *WOOF*. There is a lot of yelling going on but I hear the click, like metals tapping against metals. I bolt to the sound and there's a man standing in front of me poised to shoot. As I jump my hears go deaf at the explosion from the end of the \**stick*\* and I smell the terrible cancerous fire, but my body is fine; the bullet missed me. I tear easily into his chest as I land on him, the blood is pouring out something wonderful like and covering my snout, it is beautiful, it is euphoric. The Moon is bloated in the waxing night outside and here I am in the pen killing the herd, I should be out there, out underneath Luna. It's just all the blood, it's everywhere, it smells so good hanging in the air, my friend *woof* in the air so thick I can taste it. The moon and the blood and the herd and The Hunger. *WOLF*. It's all getting too hard. Instincts are taking over *woof* my thoughts, everything is fading to gray-- *woof* \--scale. The smells in this place, it's making me dizzy, giving me a headache. And all the while here's the herd... this bloak in my front... this sheep running away... out the door. I have to get him. *WOLF*. I have to chase him under The Moon, *woof*, underneath Luna The circle is dead... the herd is murdered. *WOOF*. I am going to chase this last *WOOF* one; I'm going to wolf this little sheep down. A wolf wolfed down the whole *woof* herd! *WOLF*. He gets into his metal box and ties to drive away. But the wolf gets in and wolfs down the little sheep. The Moon is young in the night and Wolf is still hungry.