Chapter 2

Could she be right? Could it be that I was not responsible for those murders? For the destruction The Wolf brought? Could it be so? For the first time I had hope. The thought that i might not be a monster gave me hope. Then another thought occured to me: could there be a way out? Was it possible? Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a way to seperate The Wolf and I. Why not? If we were really two seperate beings, then there had to be a way. There just had to. I didn't remember anything of my life before came to be. Perhaps if I were able to get rid of him, once and for all, I could access the memories of my former life. Wait, did I have a former life? Was there a life before The Wolf? Or had we always been one. I desperatly needed the answers to these questions. And I would do whatever it took to get them. I needed to know.