I read somewhere that when you're a kid it's people's cruelty that makes you cry, then when you're an adult it's their kindness.

Full moon rises. You change. You need what you need, so you do what you do. The kill – like the show – must go on.

But wulf did what it does: Simply insisted. Simply burned through. Simply defied. The same shrugging, grinning continuance. The nature of life. The nature of the beast.

The Curse has a thing for contrast: frivolity one minute, homicide the next.