When full the moon above shines first,
the beast internal shall outward burst,
one by one, leads lambs to slaughter.
It stalks your breath but shuns clear water.
And should you yourself be cursed,
armed with silver, end the first,
when moon is full before its wane,
rend the beast that cursed you slain,
no longer shall you face your blight
or fear the dread of the full moon’s light.
And if it’s a bite with which you’re faced,
cleave limb from torso with great haste,
perchance you’ll save your cursed soul,
before infection takes its toll.
That is... all we know about werewolves in our world, and its hard to even really verify that because... fuck, we had only just found out those fucks even existed until like... 4 hours prior to hearing that poem or prophecy or warning or whatever. Four hours after Nick... he was hurt, like bad. We didn't think he was even going to live, but then he just... he burst out of his own skin. He almost killed Abby.
I ... I would be one if we didn't uhm... 'cleave limb from torso'. But it makes you sick, weak, and then invincible. Wolves can't be killed unless it's by silver, even if they haven't turned yet.
... How do they work in other universes?