Is this the most predictable idea for this prompt ever? Yes. Am I writing it anyway? Absolutely.

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The moon was big. And it only made life worse for Ren.

The Octagon wasn't exactly good at keeping moonlight out, so when night fell, Ren was right under its gaze. He dove into one of the shops and avoided any sight of the moon, but it took up nearly half the sky. He could feel it on his skin - feel hair sprouting and thickening, feel those horrible instincts come back, the desire to hunt, the desire to feast.

Ren, panicked, checked the Tab list. Bdubs wasn't on the server, which meant that probably nobody would be sleeping. He'd probably gotten sick of the Mooners sacrificing him. Ren didn't blame him.

Normally, his werewolf form wouldn't be such a big deal. But that was when he was far away from other people, and when the moon wasn't gigantic and full every night. The closer it got, the stronger Ren's wolf form became... and the more of it came with him back to his human form.

Ren groaned in pain even as he attempted to get away from the moon. The transformation always hurt. But Ren had gotten used to it.

Despite his attempts, however, his nails sharpened into claws, his face elongated into a muzzle, and he dropped to all fours.

All human thoughts vanished. Ren drifted away from his own mind as the wolf took control. It didn't know where it was. It didn't know who it was. All it knew was hunter and prey, danger and safety, food and poison. It had no pack. It was a lone wolf, a ravenous beast with no reason.

It lifted its nose and sniffed the air. Besides its own scent, it could smell the odor of prey that had been there only a few hours before. It padded out of the Octagon and sniffed again... the prey was foolish. It was returning.

"Ren?" A voice called. "Ren, where did you go?"

The wolf that had once been Rendog let out a loud bark and lunged toward its prey, biting it hard on thr shoulder.

The little consciousness Ren had left in him recognized Doc and panicked, desperately trying to hold back the wolf, but it was no use. Doc had no idea that Ren was a werewolf.

The creeper hybrid took out his sword and swung blindly. The blade bit into the wolf's side. It flew off the bridge and landed in the ocean below it. Blood streamed into the water. The salt stung the wound.

The wolf felt its strength fading. The sun rose - someone had slept - and Ren returned to his human form. He saw the surface above him.

He knew he was about to die. But the only thought going through his head was guilt.

I bit him. I doomed him to the same horrible pain I feel every full moon...

Felt. Not feel, felt.

And then a stream of bubbles escaped his mouth.

>Renthedog drowned whilst trying to escape Docm77<