In it the sun was rising high and bright in the sky. It felt warm and comforting against his skin and fur. He could feel his yet to be born body stretching in the new dawn light and drinking in every drop of delicious warmth and comfort. Then a darkness came. Quick and unyielding, it swallowed the comforting day and replaced it with the cold of night. A full moon pushed the sun from the sky and replaced it with a different warmth. A different energy touched his skin. A different heat consumed him and it came with a voracious hunger he had yet to know. In the next moment, Casanova was born. It was raining in New York City when this all began. There was no loud thunder or bright lightning to warn of coming events. Just seemingly endless amounts of falling rain and a couple making their way through the downpour. Without any knowledge of feline dreams and desires, Gwen and Larry Talbot made their way through the hustle and bustle of the soaked Manhattan streets to purchase a pet in the hopes of saving their marriage.
