Throwback: The Werewolf at the Inn

The Werewolf at the Inn Once upon a time, there was a cozy old inn. It sat at a lonely crossroads of a quiet road and a sleepy lane, and its visitors were all weary travelers moving from one place to another, like leaves on the wind. Its old stone walls were blanketed with moss, and its cheery little chimney billowed blue

smoke into the cool winter air. The inn was called the Silver Moon, and its owner was called Old Cob. No one was sure which had come first. The pair had simply been there for as long as anyone could remember, serving food and renting rooms to whoever happened by his lonely stretch of road. That night, what happened by was trouble. It was late, the sun no more than a purple bruise