Can this trans woman get from the back seat of this sweltering car trapped in rush hour gridlock to a safe place before the full moon turns her into a hairy, clawed killing machine? Probably not. 4,000 words of lycanthropic trans catharsis, written in the Spring of 2022, when shit was getting especially bad. If you can make it to the end of this, you will probably feel better. Part of the Trans Terror Trilogy. These horror-themed stories about transfeminine protagonists center bodily autonomy, anxiety at existing in public, and cathartic release in a world that hates and controls us. Cover art and two interior illustrations by Tandye Rowe. Content warning: implied transphobia, gender dysphoria, body horror, nudity, werewolf transformation, gore. The other entries in the Trans Terror Trilogy are Precision Instruments by Blue Neustifter (#1) and The Inside City by London Snow (#3).