There's a fading howl from the Shrieking Shack. The villagers of Hogsmeade have learned to ignore it. Mostly. Sometimes it still made the hair on the back of their necks stand straight up.
But the wolf was losing the fight, and Remus was regaining consciousness.
He panted, lying naked on the dusty floor. He shivered, despite the sweat covering his body. He couldn't tell what was blood or what was sweat. He just felt so...
Raw.
Inside and out.