REALizing rage/2

It was a comfortably cool night, perfect for wandering through the woods. As he padded along well-worn trails, he drew into himself, increasingly uncaring whether he was alone or with companions. In the dark, he felt alert, almost nervous, but for no reason he could yet detect. His senses seemed immensely heightened, yet he had little awareness of his surroundings. Reaching an edge of the forest, he was suddenly seared by bright light above him. He recoiled into the shadows, the light seeming to burn him. For a moment he knew it was just the full moon, but too late. He was turning, again. He could almost feel the…