An American Werewolf in Paris
An American Werewolf in London
Blood & Chocolate
Teen Wolf
Alvin and the Chipmunks Meet Wolfman
Blood Moon
Fever Swamp
Wax Works
Books
Confessions of a Werewolf Supermodel
The Silver Fang
Blue Moon
My Sister is a Werewolf
Bitten
Stolen
Awaiting the Moon
Dark Possession
Tempting Evil
Broken
Blood Moon
New Moon
Witchlight
Music
servo.hatred
Outerspace Overdose
Blaster the Rocket Boy
Otep
Creedence
The Birthday Massacre
Mindless Self Indulgence
Deadstar Assembly
Cradle of Filth
Temnozor
Sledgeback
Pantera
Neon Synthesis
Angelspit
A Pack
Fluttering in the air,
leaves glide to the earth.
The wind whispers
through the woods,
my place of birth.
The moonlight shines
upon the forest,
turning the world
into a silver place of rest.
Howling in the dark,
I call to my kind.
Listen carefully;
I'm sure you can hear them.
They echo back
with a soft, familiar cry.
Like a chorus of bells
it shivers through my soul;
Wispy threads of life
acknowledge us with a
shutter of fear.
They silence their young,
close off their homes.
Softly humming with
awareness, they know
we're near.
One man, too stupid,
too slow; it stays
in the open,
unknowing of
us here.
We move together,
like the pack we are;
we slink towards
our prey, not
whispering a single
sound. Together,
so close, we see
its innocent eyes-
eyes of prey,
of an animal
soon to die.
As one, like a
wave of water,
we come down on
the man; it falls
easily, our alphas
ripping past all
the resistant flesh.
Its eyes go glassy
with an empty stare
as we eat our fill.
Our moon shines down
on our success, a mother
gleaming proudly on
her children.
Flesh pulls from bone,
and blood runs like a stream.
Like one we are,
my pack and I.
Werewolf, they
call us, but
that's not right.
Monsters, they
shout, but
they are wrong;
a family is what
we are, my
pack and I.
