a form or version of something that differs in some respect from other forms of the same thing or from a standard.
Homo homini lupus.
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The wolf is ravenous, eager for warm, fresh, meat to slide down its throat and to calm its hunger, the taste of human flesh a craving its had for the past month. The full moon is high in the sky by the time the wolf smells potential prey, ears swiveling at the sound of distant laughter. He's hunted in this campground for the past half year, and it's proven to be an exceptional place for easily accessible meals.
Although the wolf has taken over his body completely, Luke can still see everything that happens, and he wishes could look away from the person the wolf has decided would be this month's meal. A young girl, barely a teenager, stepping away from her family to grab something from the tents several yards away. His breath is hot, a mist once it comes in contact with the cool evening air.
The girl steps out of the tent, and Luke cannot look away from the sight of human flesh and blood. He cannot block out the noise of the shrill screams, the crunching of bones, or the snap of the girl's neck. The wolf is satisfied and it drags the body away before the family can get there. By the time they find her body, her bones will be free of most of her flesh.
The wolf howls up to the moon, thanking it for another successful hunt.
When Luke opens his eyes, he's lying on his bed, naked and covered in blood, the warm sunlight streaming in through his curtains, hiding the broken window behind them. His bedposts are completely destroyed, with the chains he had tried to hold himself with on the floor, covered in fur and blood. He sits up and brings a hand up to muffle the sob that escapes his lips.
All his life he tries and tries to be a good man, but he never will be. Years of volunteer work, helping those in need, and it will never replace the horror he's done. Luke had been born cursed with the blood of a wolf, and if he had been a full werewolf, he'd be able to control his impulses better. He'd be able to control the damn wolf raging inside of him. But his mother is a human, and here he was, a horrible, horrible mistake that cost his parents both of their lives, the wolf deciding years to turn on them and kill them both.
For now, Luke cries for the peaceful life he yearns for, but will never be able to live.
He will never be able to contain the monster within himself.
Story by: Liberty