I have always felt something strange within me whenever a wolf howls, like a beast urging to wake up. I've asked my parents about it before, but they assure me it's nothing out of the ordinary.
But then I met this guy, and suddenly the thoughts of another entered my head. She was my wolf, and I was a werewolf. When I told my parents about what happened, my mother cried. She said that she never wanted me to be a werewolf; she said she tried to protect me from that life.
Now when the wolf howls, I howl with it. Now when the wolf howls, I want to follow it. And one day, I did.
