I’m a werewolf. I just thought that to myself and I was so proud to announce it. Like, I’m a majestic, powerful beast. I have primal instincts and I am not afraid to fight for my kin. I think like a wolf, I act like a wolf, but have the mind of a people too. I growl, and I snarl, and I howl, and I bark, and I am not ashamed of it. My werewolf self may not be the typical muscular form, but I am just as strong, if not more. I hear everything, I smell everything, I sense everything. I can hear what goes on in the next town over. I smell the livestock, sleeping in their barns in the farmer’s land. I sense others like me, deep in the forests outside of town. Waiting. They sense me too, and they call to me from their territories. Beckoning me, to join them out in the wild.
Where I belong.