The hiking trail through the forest was pretty safe, but the young boy still got nervous walking home alone. He was thankful for the light of the full moon making it brighter than usual. Bright enough for Jack to find a cool looking fang laying in the grass. He grabbed it to show his friends at school but wasn’t quite careful enough to avoid scratching himself with the tooth. It wasn’t bleeding, so he didn’t think it was a big deal, but after walking a few more steps, he began to feel a bit strange. He looked at the full moon like it was filling him with a feral energy, an energy that he couldn’t resist no matter how hard he tried. That discarded fang had come from something much more powerful than a dog or a coyote, but whether Jack wanted it or not, he was about to have a pair of fangs of his own…
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