He wasn’t sure if he was going to buy the comic book or not. The story was decent, but the art was lacking. It was supposed about a werewolf’s adventures, but for the life of him, he felt like the artist was purposely hiding him. He went through page after page, and he was sure they were just panels of full moons.
He scratched his hands and wondered, So where was the wolf—He looked at his hands, and noticed they were changing a dark gray. He also saw his nails sharpening, and noticed a black spot in his field of vision... where his nose should be.
At once he realized where the werewolf was.