Over the next few days, a mad explosion of information flew back and forth across continents. Most startling were the online forums — run by self-proclaimed unbiased defenders of the truth — pregnant with messages about werewolves stalking human prey in the hills of Northern Spain, sacrificial rites both gruesome and bizarre, sightings of strange creatures from local folklore; all stirring up excitement and heated debate, eventually birthing new urban legends to terrorise generations to come.
It was Friday evening, and the clouds thundered. The sun, whom the ancients celebrated as Eguzki Amandrea, had just ended her daily walk across the sky. A dirt-encrusted old man picked up a stray newspaper from the pavement on one of Bilbao’s busy streets. The derelict sat on the curb and read the lu
