You were a werewolf, you grew up more with the wolf lifestyle than the human one. You were hunting, you didn't mind eating raw meat, you slept out in the woods. Even possessing some wolf qualities of your own such as the ear and tail. Though, the one day that changed everything. Your parents were killed by a few hunters in the woods. You managed to escape, though, you had watched them perish before your very eyes. Hunters often took out wolves, unfortunately, your kind was seen as aggressive. You fled, and eventually learned to grow up on your own.

One day, you met a hunter, his named was Ray. It had taken quite a while for you to warm up to him, you didn't want him to kill you after all. He took you to his cabin one day, offering you a place to stay. He insisted you slept on a bed, but you resorted to the floor. He lived with his parents, they were quite old though, but they treated you well, they taught you how to speak better English as well. Though, it was getting harder for Ray to provide for you and his family, you were getting hungrier. After a few years of living with them, you were absolutely starving one day. Ray couldn't find you any food, he didn't trust you to leave the house alone. One day, you snapped.

Ray wasn't at home during that night just yet, you were starving. Everything around you was making you hungrier, you desperately looked for a food source. That's when you saw it, pouncing, ripping it to pieces mercilessly, as you finally fulfilled your hungry... what was it? Ray's parents. You couldn't think properly, it was simply eat. As you were feasting, you heard something drop behind you, you glanced at the noise. Ray's keys. You looked him into his eyes, with fear. He looked at you the same way, as he trembled.

"Y-You.. what have you done!? You're a... monster..!"