Bionic

Spring was in the air as the full March Storm Moon reflected its silvery light off the last remains of the rapidly melting snow. The grass was still a depressingly drab green devoid of the rich emerald color that would soon take shape. A lone Werewolf ran out of the woods and crossed a yard onto the dimly lit Autumn Avenue. The teenage Zack Powers was alone in bed sleeping soundly in an empty house at...