Dead on the side of the road in Maine, could this be proof of the fabled lycanthrope?
Just what is this beast? A genetic experiment gone awry? Or just natural selection at work? Is it the same mystery creature that’s been slashing dogs’ throats in the area? My vote says it’s a werewolf, if for no other reason than that since I was a young’un I’ve thought it’d be fun to be one. Some are calling it a coyote-dog cross. Bollocks. I’ve seen coy-dogs. That, sir, is no coy-dog.
Oh, BTW, the best werewolf short story — bar none — is the late James Blish’s “There Shall Be No Darkness.” It’s hard to find: Pronzini’s Werewolf! collection has it.