Three years ago, packs of werewolves worked together as a Sept in Broad Brook, Massachusetts, battling the Wyrm, the enemy of Gaia. While other Septs fell to the Wyrm or tore themselves apart with fratricidal Rage, Broad Brook thrived. Some said they would be the ones to stop the Apocalypse.

But in one night, a Wyrm Spirit called "the Answering Tiger" destroyed the Broad Brook Sept and defiled its caern. In fact, Broad Brook had never been thriving at all. The Tiger had deceived their senses, disordered their thoughts, and turned them against one another. Where the different tribes saw trust, in truth there was resentment and growing Rage. Where the different packs saw safety, there were security flaws that could be exploited. Where they saw the Wyrm, there were innocents that they massacred, before reporting to other Septs about another glorious victory.

Most werewolves favor the monstrous crinos form in a close-quarters battle, and that form is a true engine of destruction, able to spread terror and madness in regular humans. But this creature is no human, and it will not fear you.


In addition, fighting a mounted soldier on foot seems unwise in any form. Instead, you unsling your bow, careful to make no sound in your bulky parka. Guns are loud, and strangely ineffective against unnatural flesh. You've already selected the barbed arrow you want, and now you set it comfortably on your string, exactly the way you've practiced.


The glabro form gives you almost an extra foot of height, and enough muscle that your arrow can punch through steel. Let's see if it can punch through a man's torso.


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