I am not normal. I never have been, and never will be. I lived in cage until I was just 17, which is the day that I was rescued from the resistance. I had no power then, or so I thought. When they rescued me they said I was werewolf. They said that I had been locked up by the resistance after the creatures whom were supposed to be mythological revealed themselves to humans.They thought I would recover after that, and in a way I did. They believed that I would settle into their corrupted city, that I wouldn't do anything but become another body on the side of the street 'fixed' by some god-forsaken gang. But they were wrong; from the moment I was let loose in the city. I am broken.
I've been hit with a terrible case of writers block and it may be a long time before I continue this story, so if you have any ideas please leave a comment with them.