Life of the forest

They hunt in the night.
They hide in the shadows.
There the life of the forest.
They tare through there human form.
The moon is there lover.
There fur is soft.
There bite is painful.
They walk among the night.
They will have you as a mate.
There bone's crack and reform.
They become a wolf.
They hunt as a pack.
They will get you,
When you least expect it.