Across every world and time, there is a night devoted to the things that exist only in song.
A night we invite those denizens across, and they, in turn, beckon us. A night when the veil between worlds is at its most permeable
You call it many names, Holloween, Samhain, Nightmare Night.
My pack and I call it Overtime.
We are called the Children of Gaia and we remember our purpose. Until one night, under Mother Luna's light. We found much of what we thought we knew was incomplete or false.
These are the stories of how we learned secrets the awakened would die for and how our very cores were shaken.
And it all started with a hunt.
More fucking werewolves? Ugh.
Regider,
that comment was rather ambiguous, what about it do you not like? I am honestly curious. I admittedly have not gone searching for werewolf in Equestria stories and the only one I did find was a ponified "nightmare before Christmas". Elaboration would be appreciated.
3266742 Werewolves are kind of a cliche now in stories. I think that might be his issue.