Tonight the moon will rise full, and the
hunters will be out with their dogs. Well, no matter. He is smarter than they give
him credit for. They speak of a man-wolf, but think only in terms of the wolf, not
the man. They can drive in their pickups, and he can drive in his small Volare
sedan. And this afternoon he will drive down Portland way, he thinks, and stay at
some motel on the outskirts of town. And if the change comes, there will be no
hunters, no dogs. They are not the ones who frighten him.

November