The Hunting Moon (The Luminaries, #2)

by Susan Dennard

It’s the entry for Werewolf. Below the name is a drawing of a werewolf that’s horribly inaccurate. The canines are too small, the fur too thin, the shoulders too narrow. It’s like the opposite of Red Riding Hood: My, what small eyes you have. There’s even a full moon sketched above it, even though real werewolves have no connection to cycles of the moon. They rise when the forest wants them to; they kill when the forest commands.