Parents would always warn their kids about monsters that crept around at night and to be back at the house before the sun went down. Zombies, werewolves, vampires, well known monsters as such.

Billy was one of those lurking, creeping creatures of the night.. A werewolf to be exact. His pointed ears. His black nose. The huge amounts of fur that covered most of his neck and chest, arms and knuckles. His claws. His tail, and his sharp canine teeth on his bottom jaw that protruded out of his mouth and rested against his upper lip. Every one of these things gave right away that he was a werewolf, however he wasn't the type to shift at a full moon.. He was always stuck like this, however during a full moon, it seemed to make him worse, always sending him on a bloodthirsty rampage that made him kill anything and everything in his sight.

He desperately wanted to be normal again, however he knew that wasn't possible and was stuck being an outcast from the local village and forced him to live miles and miles away in the deep woods to avoid being seen. where he would often sit and wish that his life was back to normal again.. How no one would ever see him the same way again as he was before turning into a werewolf. He was simply nothing but an outcast now. He was forced out of his village that he once called his home, being threatened by pitchforks and torches each time that he would enter the village as the towns people have turned their back on him completely, seeing him as nothing but a bloodthirsty, killing monster, and he has been for decades now. Nothing broke his heart more than this, and he wanted nothing more than to just be loved by someone.. To be seen as something else than just a monster which he knew deep down that he wasn't truly a monster..