It's a clear, warm night, and the 17-year-old is on his roof howling at the full moon. Furboy Zero can't explain the feeling that compels this behavior. It just hits, and the stocky teen is on autopilot, planting his feet on the gate between the single-story white house and the driveway and hopping onto the roof. Like the feline he feels inside him, he slinks along the black shingles to the peak. And like the dog inside him, he throws back his shoulders, casts a head full of thin black hair skyward and greets the glowing white orb with two prolonged howls. He's not thinking about anything except how... More >>>
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