Beware the obsession with wolves. I know the uncomfortable claims the moon rubs into my psyche because I’ve been there. It starts with the howl heard after midnight which calls to me, permeates my being, rattles in my bones and my skin ripples with shivers. If it was not for my neighbor who should be admired for his patience and bravery, I would succumb to temptation. As the letters of the howling sound scribe on my being to join the pack, he supervises and watchfully stands by while I shake off the pull of the wild.