Fenrir Greyback knew perfectly well that today was the day of the full moon, and tonight would be the night of the full moon.
This approaching full-moon night was the one he had anticipated most.
Yet although the day of the full moon had arrived and the full-moon night was close at hand, he had inexplicably begun to feel anxious and miserable.
It was as though he had overlooked something, yet could not figure out what it was. A suffocating gloom clogged his chest.
After being a "werewolf wizard" for so many years, Fenrir Greyback was confident that no other "werewolf wizard" understood the full moon better than he did.
No other "werewolf wizard" understood better than he did the exquisite thrill that sank into one's very bones when Lycanthropy flared up on the night of the full moon.
With that understanding, combined with the instincts of his body, he could already sense the restless agitation brought on by Lycanthropy surging within him.
He could even hear wolf howls by his ears, though it seemed there was still some time before Lycanthropy fully took hold.
At that thought, Fenrir Greyback suddenly realized why he had begun to feel so miserable.
Time was passing far too slowly!
He could hardly wait for the full-moon night. Once he transformed into a werewolf, he wanted to personally take control of his body, break free of the restraints around him, and escape this damned laboratory!
Come to think of it, he had experienced similar impatience before.
For him, the wait for the day of the full moon always seemed unbearably long, while the time spent enjoying the full-moon night was far too brief, as though it vanished in the blink of an eye.
What was more, this time was especially different. He was enduring