Out in the cornfields, the wolves were howling. Marshall's skin prickled, fur rising beneath human flesh, and he forced it down again. Behind the counter Mister Radford gave him a sympathetic look, sliding a couple of barely-grilled hamburger patties onto a plate before passing it to him.
Two seats down, Elvis stopped crooning to himself long enough to shoot Marshall a suspicious look, before tossing down a wad of twenties and beating a hasty retreat. Outside, a familiar-looking husky observed through the storefront window, tongue lolling, expression smug.
"Moon's loud tonight," Radford commented.
Marshall nodded, lips tight over long teeth.
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