" And so begins.... The finale...." The Ringmaster boomed through the small tent before tapping his cane once more.

As the tap echoed through tent, Joelee sighed quietly as a hatch in the roof opened, shining the bright glow of the full moon into the tent.

" For centuries, tales of animalistic beings lurking through the night has kept us safely tucked away in our beds, ignoring the howling lurking just outside of our houses, brushing it off as the wind..." The Ringmaster trailed off as Joelee let out a strangled gasp, hunching over in pain.

" Though there's much more causing the sounds in the darkness than the wind." The Ringmaster whispered as he tapped his cane, flashing the lights off around them, only one single light illuminating the small cage.

A whimper of pain escaped Joelee's lips as she hunched against her cage bars, breathing unevenly.

" Known as loup-garou in France..." The Ringmaster boomed as a loud snapping echoed through the tent, making a few people flinch at the grotesque sound.

" Some call it a lycanthrope, though I think you will know her kinds more famous name..." The Ringmaster trailed off for dramatic flare as her scream echoed through the tent, bones snapping out of place in front of the crowds eyes.

A few of the people looked like they were close to fainting while the others were extremely pale as a soft tearing echoed through the tent, Joelee's own soft tan skin being replaced with a tougher white skin that soon spread with thick sleek blonde fur.

" The Werewolf." The Ringleader said as Joelee's face extended into a snout, sprouting large white canines before a roar echoed through the tent making a woman in the front faint.

" In folklore, a werewolf or occasionally lycanthrope is a human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf, either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction and especially on the night of a full moon...." The Ringmaster pointed to the full moon in the sky as the large werewolf lowered to all fours, stalking around its cage, the razor shark claws making a loud clacking against the metal floor of the cage.

" Joelee was a normal girl, the daughter of a blacksmith. Her father was known for swindling people from their money. One day, a band of gypsies required his help and as usual he swindled them of a vast amount of money... As punishment, the gypsies cursed Joelee every night to become a victim of the moon..." The Ringmaster trailed off, his gaze averted as he spoke.

" You may come no more than two feet from the cage, look openly but do not touch as a single bite could pass her curse onto you as well." The Ringmaster tapped his cane, causing the lights to flash on, a snarled escaping Joelee's lips as her gold gaze snapped around.

The small girl exhaled with a shocked expression as she quickly closed the tent flap, backing up quickly.

" I found them...." She whispered as she quickly turned and darted away, her footsteps echoing through the night.