I am, truly and utterly, a monster. Come and listen, while I tell you about how the wereing began, and how I was raised by wolves. And what happened in a place called Central.
At first, Central was an ordinary town. A new town, just starting to prosper and spread, filled with ordinary people in their ordinary lives. But first apprerances are deceiving, because Central was never, ever ordinary. No... because at the start, the whole town was doomed by this monsterur, terrifying thing...me...
In the beginning was the wereing. The change that comes for the 3 nights of the full moon and turns me into a howling beast. The change that had waited in my blood and cannot be denied. This change that makes me a night creature- a werewolf- a foul thing that lives in the darknest part of the shadows, waiting for prey to come within range of my glistening fangs.
I never knew...never, until my 16th birthday. I knew nothing of my mother and father, knew nothing of my past. They probably were werewolves too, now that I think of it. How they ever came to leave me in the woods all alone I will probably never know. Maybe they were chased by hunters, or attacked by other werewolves, or maybe I was stolen from their lair...
But now I lived with wolves. A group of four other wolves that lived with me, protected me, loved me.
But for the longest time, I thought I was a wolf. I ate like a wolf, ran like a wolf, bayed at the moon like a wolf. I compltely thought I was one of them...until the wereing began...and I met him.
