Werewolves of London #3

Beneath the radiant glow of a full moon, London's cobblestone streets shimmer, bathed in silver hues. Gas lamps cast flickering amber pools onto the fog-drenched avenues, as shadowy buildings loom like quiet guardians. Emerging from the mist, a group of werewolves stroll casually, their forms a blend of wild power and human grace. Their sleek fur ripples gently with each deliberate step, claws softly clicking against stone. Their eyes, sharp and reflective, glow faintly amber as they glance calmly from side to side, admiring the city's nighttime charm. Passersby peer cautiously from darkened windows, curtains drawn slightly apart, watching with hushed awe as the creatures move past shops, pubs, and historic facades. There’s no menace here—just quiet confidence, a silent assertion of belonging under the lunar brilliance. Above them, Big Ben chimes softly, resonating through the cool night air, signaling the midnight hour. Unbothered, the werewolves continue their stroll, elegantly attuned to the rhythms of the city beneath the watchful gaze of London's enchanting full moon. Bud Haslett: FOMO-FUD April 2025 Image from NightCafe - Flux / Preset: Matte Words from ChatGPT-4.5