Standing before a keep full of bandits in Skyrim, I pan the camera up to see a big, full moon hanging in the night's sky above me. Its luminous glow decorating the darkness feels almost like kismet. From a role-playing perspective, it doesn't get much better than this. I know just what to do next. With the tap of the shoulder button on my PS5 controller, my Dragonborn begins to transform. My first-person view shifts to third person as I watch their outstretched limbs mold into the shape of a werewolf. Now in beast form, I complete the change by letting out an intimidating howl so every enemy in the vicinity knows I'm here.
The scene is perfectly set for me to put my lycanthropy powers to good use, so that's exactly what I do. With reckless abandon, I charge into the rundown keep, mauling everyone in sight and feeding on their bodies in order to unlock more abilities. Before long, I'm the only one left standing. There's nothing left to do but wait for my bloodlust to pass so I can turn back into my usual unassuming Imperial warrior self.
