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[center][b]Yeah, you don't know my mind, 
You don't know my kind,
Dark necessities are part of my design.[/b][/center]

[i]Sure, you’ve heard that the supernatural exist in some form or another, in this world or perhaps another plane altogether. And yet they choose to be seen or simply dwell in the shadows as folklore, myth, and campfire stories for no other reason than to be left alone. No doubt, you’ve seen the movies, read the books, and even played a game or two on the subject. Vampires. Demons. Wraiths. Sea Monsters. Shit, even those flaky little sprites and faeries. They all make for great fiction, although whether or not they still roam around with the living remains to be seen.

But what about werewolves? Those mindless “giant dogs” that run amuck, terrorizing and preying on the innocent during the light of the full moon? No way, that’s Hollywood’s idea of the beast, and while they are creatures of raw power, instinct, and even some mysticism, the werewolf is anything but a mindless savage.

Werewolves have been a topic not often brought up within a circle of paranormal conversations. And why not? Well, I suppose the creatures are exceptionally adept at hiding their presence as any good predator would be, however, like most secrets, there is always more to it than that. Secrets that only those with the gift of the wolf would begin to unravel.

I’m not insinuating werewolves exist in massive numbers, running about in the wilds and cities, doing as they please. No, the hunters of old took care of those problems long ago, driving their numbers into the ground when this country was in it’s infancy over 200 years ago. But what I am saying is that the beasts still exist unbeknownst to us, living inside those few chosen human vessels, whether by bloodline or bite, lying stagnant until the day comes for The Change. The moment when the life you thought you knew vanished and was born anew into darkness and rage.[/i]