User blog comment:HumboldtLycanthrope/Werewolves/@comment-4849011-20170310191323

Check out Casper’s Scare School. Naw, I’m just playin’. Meet the Werewolf by Georgess McHargue has a number of stories, the last chapter being a particularly frightening one. I’ll recount it as best as I can remember, though I’m probably misremembering here and there. A man and his friend were out in the snowy woods when the friend became badly injured. The man was reluctant to leave his friend, but he went to get help. Eventually he spotted a cabin in the distance. As he approached it he began to feel lonely, and he wished he were with his wife and children. When he got to the cabin, he was shocked to find his wife and children there. His family was equally shocked, but the woodsman explained there was an area in the woods in which wishes would come true. As the man explained his situation to the woodsman, he noticed the woodsman’s beautiful daughter. It was decided that the man and the woodsman’s daughter would go looking for his friend. When the two found the friend, he was already dead and mutilated, killed and partially eaten by a fearsome beast. As the two headed back to the cabin, the man fell more and more in love with the woodsman’s daughter. Eventually the woodsman’s daughter told him that they had reached the magical part of the forest. The man, forgetting everything but her, announced, “I wish that everything that would separate us would be gone,” to which she replied, “Your wish is granted.” As they came to the cabin, fearful screams could be heard. The man rushed in to find the woodsman, now half-wolf, standing over the torn bodies of his wife and children. As he stared in horror, the woodsman’s daughter told him, “You see? Everything that kept us apart is gone. Now we can be together forever.” Here I should note that this book, along with Meet the Vampire, also by McHargue, was in the children’s section. The book scared me, but I also checked it out a lot because it was so fascinating. The book also had what is probably my all-time favorite drawing of werewolves.

I've also read that the folklore of some country (I want to say France) told of werewolves gathering on Christmas Eve, breaking into alehouses, and drinking all they could find. Moby Dick by Herman Melville had Ishmael note, "Better a sober heathen than a drunk Christian," but I don't think it said anything about that. The idea of a drunk werewolf sounds horrifying, though I can imagine a story in which a werewolf gets pass-out drunk in human form on nights of the full moon to try to prevent rampages.