Miles wasn't your ordinary man. He lived a simple life during the day, working at a small bookstore in the heart of town. But as the full moon approached, a peculiar transformation took place.

His body began to tingle as the moonlight seeped through the windows. His eyes went from a warm hazel to a brilliant gold. His senses sharpened, his mind began to shift.

Muscles bulging, clothes ripping, his transformation was not a quiet one. His ribcage pushed outward, creating room for a stronger, larger heart.

His fingers elongated into sharp, yet gentle claws. A golden mane sprouted around his neck, cascading down his broad shoulders.

His face reshaped, morphing into a lion's muzzle, teeth grown long and powerful. Yet, his eyes held the same calm and friendly gaze.

Finally, under the glow of the full moon, his transformation was complete. He was no longer just Miles, he was a majestic werelion.

Despite his intimidating appearance, the children loved Werelion Miles. His transformation was a spectacle, a magical occurrence they waited for each month.

He was a gentle giant, playing with them, telling them stories about the moon and stars. The roars that once scared adults were music to the children's ears.

He'd let some of the braver children climb onto his back for a ride, others would snuggle into his warm, soft mane, their giggles echoing in the night.

Werelion Miles was not a creature of terror, but a beacon of joy for the children. His transformation was not a curse, but a blessing.

Each full moon night became a festival of sorts. Children would gather around in the town square, their eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.

When the transformation was complete, the square came alive with laughter and cheer, the sight of Werelion Miles was treated with wonder and awe.

As the night turned into dawn, Werelion Miles would quietly retreat, leaving behind a trail of joy and unforgettable memories each time.

Daylight would bring back the calm, friendly bookstore owner. But the children knew, underneath the ordinary exterior hid their extraordinary friend.

They would go on with their usual activities, but their eyes would secretly glance at the moon, patiently waiting for the next full moon night.

And each month, just as the moon waxed full, their anticipation would grow. The magic hour was coming. Their friend would return.

Miles himself felt a special bond with this transformation. He felt stronger, free and more in sync with nature on these nights.

His transformation was a sight to behold, but what truly astounded was his gentle soul that shone brighter than his golden mane.

Looking at the stars above, the children snugly cuddled into his mane, their tiny hearts beating in rhythm with his.

They would listen to his heartbeat, falling asleep to the soothing lullaby it created, under the watch of the full moon.

Miles loved these moments. He treasured the trust, the love, and the acceptance he found in these innocent eyes.

He was not just a werelion to them, he was their friend, their storyteller, their protector, and their special full moon gift.

Their laughter, their joy, was his happiness. Their sweet dreams were his dreams. Their world was his world.

As the first light of dawn began to peek, Miles would give them one last grandfatherly smile before lumbering off into the forest.

The children watched him go, knowing he would return, knowing he was always a part of them and they were always a part of him.

And so, Miles, the gentle werelion, became a cherished full moon legend, bringing joy and happiness to the lives of these children.

His extraordinary connection with the moon, his transformation, and the love he shared with the children, created a bond that was unbreakable.

They all knew that each full moon, they would be under the radiant gaze of their guardian werelion, their laughter echoing through the moonlit night.

The town had its storyteller, the children had their protector, Miles had his children, and the moon had its werelion. Pure magic, under the full moon.

Miles, the werelion, was not just a creature of transformation, but a symbol of love, joy, and friendship, his legacy forever etched in the hearts of the children.

The children knew one thing for sure, as long as there was a full moon, they would always have their friend, their Werelion Miles.

Under the same sky, bound by the same moon, the love and bond they shared was a treasure more valuable than any fairy tales.

As the moonlight faded, and the town went back to its everyday life, the children's hearts held onto the magic of the full moon night, forever cherishing the memory of their friendly werelion.

Every child carried a piece of the full moon within them, a piece of the magical werelion. His enchanting story would be told, over and over, echoing through the generations.

Miles, the friendly werelion, was no ordinary man, he was the heart of the town, the hero of the children, the soul of the full moon, the friend that they'll never forget.