THE [Dancing With] WEREWOLVES QUIZ

Alicia Verlager won:

An Autographed copy of DANCING WITH WEREWOLVES by Carole Douglas Nelson
The Wolf Man: The Legacy Collection (DVDs of: The Wolf Man / Werewolf of London / Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man / She-Wolf of London) from The Universal Monster Legacy Collection Series
Stand in the Fire - a live album (recorded in 1981) by Warren Zevon [remastered and recently re-released] featuring (what else) "Werewolves of London"

Answers now supplied below.

Cycle of the Werewolf, Stephen King
Outside the wind rises to a shrill scream. Westrum raises his head uneasily, and then looks back down at his game again. It is only the wind after all...
But the wind doesn't scratch at doors...and whine to be let in.
Werewolf in a Winter Wonderland by Carolyn Keene: The original classic series that began with The Secret of the Old Clock, through volume 175, Werewolf in a Winter Wonderland.
Nancy was not holding her breath, She couldn't take her eyes off the figure on the bridge. It almost seemed as if none of this was real. People carrying torches, a werewolf howling in the moonlight...it was like watching an old horror movie, except she wasn't in her comfy house with a big bowl of popcorn in her lap.

"Gabriel-Ernest" by Saki
What Van Cheele saw on this particular afternoon was, however, something far removed from his ordinary range of experience. On a shelf of smooth stone overhanging a deep pool in the hollow of an oak coppice a boy of about sixteen lay asprawl, drying his wet brown limbs luxuriously in the sun. His wet hair, parted by a recent dive, lay close to his head, and his light-brown eyes, so light that there was an almost tigerish gleam in them, were turned towards Van Cheele with a certain lazy watchfulness. It was an unexpected apparition, and Van Cheele found himself engaged in the novel process of thinking before he spoke. Where on earth could this wild-looking boy hail from? The miller's wife had lost a child some two months ago, supposed to have been swept away by the millrace, but that had been a mere baby, not a half-grown lad.

The Fury and the Power by John Farris
Just before his throat was torn out by a husky teenage boy he had never seen before, the Reverend Pledger Lee Skeldon had been distracted from the task of his lifetime -- wresting souls from the wiles of the devil and delivering them to the lamb of God -- by the face of a quietly ecstatic, weeping girl in the crowd of mostly young people filling a carpeted space in front of the arena's temporary stage.

Darker Than You Think by Jack Williamson
Free --
No longer was he imprisoned, as he had always been, in that slow, clumsy, insensitive bipedal body. His old human form seemed utterly foreign to him now, and somehow monstrous. Surely four nimble feet were better than two, and a smothering cloak had been lifted from his senses.

Night Embrace (2006) by Sherrilyn Kenyon
"I'm not a werewolf."
Starla looked really disappointed by the news. "What a pity. You know, when you live in New Orleans, you expect to meet the undead or damned at least once in awhile. She looked back to Sunshine. "You think we should move? Maybe if we lived over by Anne Rice we might catch sight of a vampire or werewolf."
Sunshine replaced the shade. "I'd be happy to see a zombie."

"The Camp of the Dog" by Algernon Blackwood ["John Silence, Physician Extraordinary (Case V)"]
"A werewolf," he said, "is a true psychical fact of profound significance, however absurdly it may have been exaggerated by the imaginations of a superstitious peasantry in the days of unenlightenment, for a werewolf is nothing but the savage, and possibly sanguinary, instincts of a passionate man scouring the world in his fluidic body, his passion body, his body of desire. As in the case at hand, he may not know it--"
"It is not necessarily deliberate, then?" Maloney put in quickly, with relief.
"--It is hardly ever deliberate. It is the desires released in sleep from the control of the will finding a vent. In all savage races it has been recognised and dreaded, this phenomenon styled 'Wehr Wolf,' but to-day it is rare. And it is becoming rarer still, for the world grows tame and civilised, emotions have become refined, desires lukewarm, and few men have savagery enough left in them to generate impulses of such intense force, and certainly not to project them in animal form."
"Boobs" by Suzy Charnas
No doubt about it. This was me. I was a werewolf, like in the movies they show over Halloween weekend. But it wasn't anything like your ugly movie werewolf that's just some guy loaded up wth pounds and pounds of make-up. I was gorgeous.

Operation Chaos By Poul Anderson
"Everything's good," he assured me. "I've got the lab report. You understand that, with no therianthropes on the maternal side, none of your children will ever be a natural werewolf. But since this one has inherited the complete recessive gene complex from you, she'll take transformation spells quite easily. A definite advantage, especially if she goes in for a thaumaturgic career like her mother. It does mean, however, that certain things should be guarded against. She'll be more subject to paranatural influences than most people are."

The Werewolf of Paris by Guy Endore
Why should I not end here? Why should you want to know of the death of this werewolf rather than another? Consult your mortuary registers. Were these men and women? Or were they only disguises, disguises that concealed nameless monsters, warm incubators of infamies which would congeal your blood if brought out from their bowels into the light of day for you to see? The earth does not swallow the dead, but only their corpses which were the envelopes of their hates and crimes. These are never buried, but live on imperishable to write more gruesome records every generation.