Blue pale moon radiance piercing cold air, sparkling on steam clouds clubbing from your mouth. Your thick fur keeps you warm, your yellow eyes are glowing.

You can feel how moonlight calling for your inner hunger, it knows what drives you mad, what you craving for, what makes you howl in night.

But for your power and fury there is a price - hate of those who are weak. For those, who hide behind heavy doors and walls, steel chains and locks, you're monster, but for yourself - you're god on earth, you're - werewolf.