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Isaac was walking home with a bag of groceries; he'd left the 24/7 a few minutes ago, heading home to eat some of the junk food he'd just bought, possibly in front of a good movie. Werewolf metabolism had its perks. It was late, so he was surprised when he saw someone else walking a few feet behind him, going in the same direction. “Hey,” he said as he turned to look at the other person, unsure. The paranoia of possibly being followed never left his mind completely.











