The boy frowns and his face twists and distorts for a moment, worms and other shapes shifting under his smooth skin before settling back down.  From the corner of his eye, Calvin notices that a few patches of the lush grass surrounding them wither and sink back into the ground.  Several more of the dogs have turned from their merry chase of the elusive spirits to stare at the werewolves, and a low growl rising from the pack leader.<br/><br/>"My home.  You want to take me from my home." the boy whispers, a hollow echo in his voice as tears streak down his filthy face "You want me to die again!" his agonized cry rends the air and a deathly silence descends on the field.