[Peter shook his head] No, Amy. I found everything. It was a loup garou; it's not exactly a werewolf, more of a shifter. They have more control over their wolf forms, can even change at will after a while. [He paused, taking in a breath.] You said you stabbed it with a bottle. When you drew blood, it hit you with a curse, to change every night for a hundred and one days. If your blood is shed, you'll turn human again until the next night.[His eyes were full of regret; now he'd gotten to the hard part. If he could just figure out how to say it gently...]