Teen Wolf, the series pilot. A lone lycanthrope flees a party of human hunters. Their grim-faced leader stares ahead, his cold blue eyes revealing not a wisp of weakness. & why not? He comes from a long line of Argents—that bane of werewolves everywhere. that merciless skybound silver disk Sturgeon moon Camden Locke Market, London,…

The cadence of the strummed chords of an acoustic. The arpeggios plucked on the same strings their unending melodies morning bird songs The vibrant melodies exploding off the rabid finger-tabs on an eletric’s frets. The chest-pounding distortions of staccato chords licked on the same. piercing an afternoon cicadas Whatever sound, in whatever form, who dares…