|“Jack, first I would like to start by thanking you for the opportunity to ask a few questions. The world has been waiting for over 700 years for the answer to just what is it like for a man to actually turn himself into a wolf.
Just one more thing Jack, I know I told you that when you were ready, I would meet you anytime, anywhere. To be honest with you my man, here we are sitting on this fallen tree and I got a full moon arising, and I’m a little nervous. Now look my man, you're going to be cool, you can control yourself, I got nothing to worry about; RIGHT.”
“Take it easy, Skippy. I am not an animal. Well, sometimes...ah, look. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.
I’ve made up my mind. It's time to talk. I need to get something that's been brothering me off my chest. Ok, let's get going. What do you want to ask me?”
“Jack, so you turn into this monster…”
“Wolf, I turn into a wolf.”
“Sorry Jack, I didn’t mean that…”
“No, no it’s cool my friend; sometimes I get a little sensitive, hey you can’t blame me.”
“Ok, so now you turn into this WOLF, and then you go around murdering and eating people. How does that make you feel?”
“I do eat people, I love the sweet taste. It is not tough and stringy like a stag, it is soft and wet, and every bite is full of hot salty blood that is intoxicating. After I always feel sick inside. I wasn’t born a Werewolf. I’m a victim . I know the terror of being attacked. It is not my fault that I survived to become my own nightmare.
All the stories of killing are far from the truth. A man, tired of his wife, butchers her and blames the Werewolf. A merchant does not want to split the profits with his partner so he kills him and says it was the Werewolf.
Look any fool that became my dinner deserved it. Only a dope would take a walk in the middle of the night in the woods by themselves. Besides, let me ask you something. Think about this. My whole body painfully changing--I'm screaming, howling, running around like I'm on fire and foaming at the mouth. They have plenty of warning to get the hell out of there. It is only when I bump into them that nature demands that I do what Werewolves do.”
“Wow, that is interesting! A new perspective on an age-old story. I don’t know how to thank you, Jack. It's getting late, though. I don’t want to be one of those fools you talked about--out here alone.”
“You're not alone, I am here with you.”
“Jack my man, you don’t look so good. Are you alright?”
“My head is pounding, my back is killing me and all of a sudden I am so hungry; HOWLOOOO."