I began to imagine the shadows, so rectilinear, were arcing and flowing. I saw shoulders moving, the sinewy upper shoulders of wolves running in a pack. . .

One dark and stormy night, while the full moon cast its preternaturally eerie glow across the shadows of my darkened bedroom, I fell asleep and dreamed uneasy dreams of blood and fur and enormous yellow teeth in the slavering maws of fell creatures. I awoke…