Late at night, wereelephants gathered by the river to argue over the last mango.

The villagers whispered that the werebirds nested in the old cedar grove.

The werebird perched on the old chapel roof, watching the village below with human eyes before it took flight.

The old forest was said to be home to werefolk who only revealed themselves under the light of a blood moon.

The werefolks gathered at dusk to share stories of the forest.

At dusk, the werebat emerged from the shadows and flitted silently toward the lantern-lit rooftops.