A little story about what one werewolf does when the full moon approaches.
Ted rolled over, naked in the cage, looked at the clock on the wall, listened to it tick, sighed. He rattled the bars and tested the collar and chain around his neck. Both held.
Outside the room he could hear faraway sounds of life, smell the smells of dinner. The clocked ticked.
“Save some for me.” A mumbled response. He smiled. She was why he was here. To keep her safe.
The clock ticked the moon closer. It would start with the hands. Then he’d forget.
He lay back, naked in the cage, waiting for the moon. Waiting for tomorrow.