LUCIANO’S POVI missed being like this. I had not turned since the last full moon. Mostly because I had been on the road.Right now, feeling the night breeze on my wet nose and the earth in my paws, it felt good. I walked slowly and quietly between the high crops on the farm. I was heading for the house. I needed to get as close as possible so I could listen in. It was strange, the closer I got to the house, the more quiet it got. I stood still and listened for any sound. I heard a bunch of chatter farther away from the house and far from where I stood. It sounded like a lot of people. As I walked towards the voices, a fire lit up, casting light around dark places. Fuck, I got as close as possible without stepping into the light. It was not a bonfire, it was a burial. They were burning a body, two bodies actually. I listened to a man with gray hair and a soft voice give a toast to the dead. “They died doing what they were born to do, sticking it to those four legged abominations
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