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Prologue (18 years ago on a full moon)

The streets were mostly deserted as the wolf stalked through the dank, city alleys; carrying a large basket in its mouth. It was an older wolf, with a back covered in scars, truly a sight not often seen in modern cities, but the wolf had a mission to do. Whimpering began to come from the basket as the wolf reached a sheltered doorway and placed it down; checking the sign by the door to make sure that this was the correct place.

The wolf stared down into the basket, his face shifting into almost humanoid characteristics as he watched the contents squirm around for a better position. In the basket were three small children, ranging from almost two-years-old to almost newborn. The middle aged one slowly blinked a tired eye open for a moment, only to give a tired smile, yawn, and drift back to sleep.

"Good, go back to sleep. Stay here with your brothers and in the future your grandpa will come back for you," the wolf said before rearranging the blanket around them.

An idea then came to him, causing him to look up at the full moon then to the tops of the children's heads where little, furry ears were poking out. The children had always had those ears, but if they did not appear normal than the humans surrounding them might see them for what they really were and hurt them. Thinking this, the wolf muttered a few words under his breath and licked the children's ears with magically glowing saliva; smiling to himself as the ears seemed to evaporate away.

"Good, now you look human. And the three of you will remain that way until I return for you when the time is right," The wolf said before turning around and noticing two older children staring at him.

The first child was a boy of roughly five years with unruly brown hair and green eyes. He smiled widely as he watched the wolf snarl at him, only to then say, "Look Francis, it's a new doggy! I wonder if he's playful? I've always wanted a dog to play fetch with."

"I think you should stay away from him, Antonio. He doesn't look like any dog I've seen and look at those scars," the other child who the wolf was assuming was another boy responded. It was a bit hard for the wolf since the boy had relatively long hair for a boy and wore a shirt so big on him that it looked almost like a dress. Anyways, this boy seemed a little older and smarter than the first.

Antonio paid his friend no attention, however, and happily walked up to the wolf with a hand outstretched; Francis tentatively right behind him. Before the wolf could think of anything else to do, he snapped at the boys and bit both of them before running; leaving the same glowing saliva in the wounds. The boys cried out upon being attacked for several minutes before rushing back to their homes; Francis to his parents and Antonio to the door of the orphanage, only to trip over the basket on the way in and cause three infants to also start crying. Soon one of the supervisors came out to see what was wrong and took the four boys inside where Antonio explained what happened before suddenly falling asleep; the same thing happening to Francis at his house.

The wolf watched from a shadow with interest as this happened, only to then turn away and decide it was time to move on. Thinking that it may now be best not to travel as a wolf in the city, the wolf began to change. Standing upright, he began to lose his hair and in a few seconds looked like a normal human except for the two ears on his head and the dog-tail coming out his back. He smiled at his reflection in a store window for a moment before casually leaving the area; not to return for many years later when everyone had forgotten that night.

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