The Werewolf Complex

I hate the term werewolf. It doesn't really encapsulate what I've become. I prefer just the simple label of "wolf." I've come to realize that you aren't what you look like, you aren't what other people see. Instead, you are your spirit. "Being" consists of what you do and how you feel.

A lot has happened since I last wrote. The change is violent now. It's like vomiting but it happens to my whole body. The beast inside is insidious and violent.

I stand here alone, waiting for madness.

There is a knock on the door.

( does anyone know what happens next?)