Werewolf

The group made their way towards the town square, where a massive evergreen tree stood, its branches heavy with snow and adorned with colorful lights and ornaments.

Around the tree, there was a bustling market. Stalls selling hot beverages, roasted meats, and freshly baked bread filled the chilly air with mouthwatering fragrances.

Seeing such a lively scene, Adam couldn't help but ask, "So apart from the night of the full moons, those beasts don't attack the town?"

"That is correct, my lord," Kenley replied respectfully. "It is because of this peculiar occurrence that the town has managed to stand for so long. If not, I'm afraid the town and its people would have long since perished."

"I see." Adam nodded while stroking his chin. "Then what about the night of the full moons? How does the town defend against the beasts?"