I think my love affair with the idea of werewolves and shape shifters stems mostly from envy. A yearning to escape the bonds of a society I don’t fully understand and can never seem to find my place in, a shimmering want stemming from an all-consuming if only.
If only I could shed my skin and disappear into the wilds with only my baser instincts and the steady beat of my heart.
If only I could run far and fast enough to lose my thoughts in the wind.
If only I could learn what it is to be free.
