I dreamed I was the werewolf—do not shudder, dear love, for 't was only a dream.
But how passing well doth he time his absence from the haunts of the werewolf.
But suddenly a mighty tumult arose, and there were cries of "The werewolf!"
Werewolf and vampire knew, and the ebon-bodied demons that prowl by night.
Throckmorton, a werewolf who would defile her if she entered into ...