He didn't look like the wolfman did in those Lon Cheney movies. Instead, he looked just like a 200-pound wolf as the walked into the observation room and glared at me. I shuddered as I met his fiery, bloodshot eyes. He growled, reared back on his haunches and leapt at me.

He was a good ten feet into the air when he hit the protective glass. I felt the shock waves as he cru pled against it and fell to the floor in a howling ball.

Instantly, he was on his feet again. He walked up to the glass, sniffed it, and struck out at it. Five claws scratched against the glass with a noise that made fingernails against a chalkboard seem benign.

"Are you sure the glass will hold," I asked Mike.

"There's ten inches of it. He hasn't even make a dent in it. The walls will give in before the glass does."

He glanced at the readout screen. "What I don't understand is how he gets so strong. Wen he's a man he's fairly muscular, now, he is so.........

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