Harsh winds howled past the rotted wood walls, the cracked window betraying the warmth of the fire within with fierce streams of bitter cold air. The man seated by the fire grimaced as he cast a melancholy look towards the window. Beyond the scratched and mud-stained glass shone a pale moon, full and terrifying in its brilliance as it held in suspense between two clouds. The man let out a defeated sigh. This would be the first time since… well, the first time without them. His friends had always been there with him at the full moon, every month for seven years… not today. Others had offered, but he wouldn't hear it. Inside, deep in the troubled halls of his heart, he knew he needed this. He needed the release of the blind anger inside him, he needed to destroy. Perhaps, he resolved, tonight he would finally destroy himself. The man stared despondently into the small flames. He would accept that; in fact, he would welcome it. With another sigh, the man looked down to his hands, noticing they had begun to tremble. This was not because of the cold- would that it were. It was the beginning of the transformation. He knew this, and once more a look of inconsolable sorrow overcame him. The horror of the truth of his being faded, and he reluctantly sunk into bitter despair. He would accept the monster he was, finally, and hope it destroyed him. Remus stood and turned to the window, letting the light of the moon bore into his eyes, and as the transformation consumed him, he bid the world goodnight.