They call me the lone wolf, how fitting. I'll let you in on a secret, every full moon a turn into a real breathing killing wolf, nobody knows it but me and i hope it stays that way till the day i die. That's why i travel alone, i eat alone, a sleep alone absolutely no one must ever know. I blame this on my father and every man in the family before him they're all just like me, creatures in the night waiting for an inspecting victim run while you still can, i fear what i might do when there's another full moon, on second thought maybe i'll eat Cena i'll be doing some people a favor.
