Isaiah was having the same dream again. He was in his village cold and alone, with the full moon above, and the cloaked figures moving around him. "Stop it!," he yelled, going as far as yelling in his sleep for everyone around him to hear, "stop mocking me!" This time the dream was far too real. As the figures moved around, one walked straight to him. It was his mother, he could feel her hot breath in his face. As if to add insult to injury, she took looked straight up to the moon, and without saying a word, transformed into a werewolf.

He had had enough. with a guttural roar, he took his sword and swung at her, stopping inches from her when he realized he his dream was fused with reality, with him stopping just barely short of injuring marta, who had what seemed to be a surprise look on her face. His breathing was heavy and he was covered in sweat.