* Inspired by The Wolves of Saint August from Hellboy Seed of Destruction Omnibus Volume 1 (ISBN 978-1-50670-666-5)
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Werewolves are supposed to slowly transform, But William Grenier ripped off his skin, In the moment before a fight with Hellboy, To hoping that he would win! Hellboy's punch drew first blood, Where Grenier would explain he is now "Only Beast!", And he would wallop Hellboy to the floor, With rising dust and broken statues at his feet! A tumbling tackle. A rock to the eye. And a crossed spear to the chest... Hellboy attacked as he always does; Controlled anger and ballerina-like balance, he's the best! "I'm tired.", William the werewolf speaks, Then helplessly drops down against buckled knees. Hellboy stands proud, the castle secured? He hopes it will be the last of these! Monday, October 11, 2021
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