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Amy Pond paced nervously back and forth in her small apartment. The full moon loomed outside her window, casting an eerie glow in the dark room. She knew what was coming, and there was no stopping it. For weeks now, she had been experiencing strange symptoms – heightened senses, unexplained cravings for raw meat, and an uncontrollable restlessness.

Amy's best friend, Rory, knocked on her door. Concern etched his face as he entered the room. "Amy, we need to talk," he said softly.

She turned to face him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and anticipation. "I know, Rory. I can feel it. It's getting stronger."

Rory approached her cautiously, his voice filled with concern. "Amy, I've been doing some research. Your symptoms...they align with the legend of the werewolf."

Amy's heart sank as she processed Rory's words. A shiver ran down her spine. "No, that can't be true. It's just a myth."

Rory nodded, trying to hide his own dread. "I wish it were, Amy. But we have to face the truth. The full moon tonight will trigger the transformation."

Tears welled up in Amy's eyes, and she looked at Rory, pleading for an answer. "Is there anything we can do? Can we stop it?"

Rory reached out and gently took Amy's hands in his. "We have to be prepared, Amy. It won't be easy, but we can get through this together."

Amy's voice quivered, her fear breaking through. "What if I lose control? What if I hurt someone?"

Rory gave her a reassuring smile. "We'll figure it out, Amy. We'll find a way to keep you safe and protect others. I'll stand by your side no matter what."

As the moon rose higher in the sky, its light filtered through the window, illuminating Amy and Rory's determined faces. They had faced countless dangers together in their adventures, and this would be no different.

Amy took a deep breath and looked into Rory's eyes, her voice resolute. "Okay, Rory. Let's face this head-on. We'll fight together, no matter what it takes."

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Amy Pond paced nervously back and forth in her small apartment. The full moon loomed outside her window, casting an eerie glow in the dark room. She knew what was coming, and there was no stopping it. For weeks now, she had been experiencing strange symptoms – heightened senses, unexplained cravings for raw meat, and an uncontrollable restlessness.

Amy's best friend, Rory, knocked on her door. Concern etched his face as he entered the room. "Amy, we need to talk," he said softly.

She turned to face him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and anticipation. "I know, Rory. I can feel it. It's getting stronger."

Rory approached her cautiously, his voice filled with concern. "Amy, I've been doing some research. Your symptoms...they align with the legend of the werewolf."

Amy's heart sank as she processed Rory's words. A shiver ran down her spine. "No, that can't be true. It's just a myth."

Rory nodded, trying to hide his own dread. "I wish it were, Amy. But we have to face the truth. The full moon tonight will trigger the transformation."

Tears welled up in Amy's eyes, and she looked at Rory, pleading for an answer. "Is there anything we can do? Can we stop it?"

Rory reached out and gently took Amy's hands in his. "We have to be prepared, Amy. It won't be easy, but we can get through this together."

Amy's voice quivered, her fear breaking through. "What if I lose control? What if I hurt someone?"

Rory gave her a reassuring smile. "We'll figure it out, Amy. We'll find a way to keep you safe and protect others. I'll stand by your side no matter what."

As the moon rose higher in the sky, its light filtered through the window, illuminating Amy and Rory's determined faces. They had faced countless dangers together in their adventures, and this would be no different.

Amy took a deep breath and looked into Rory's eyes, her voice resolute. "Okay, Rory. Let's face this head-on. We'll fight together, no matter what it takes."