“Oh, please,” I mutter to the television screen, a wry smile twisting my lips.
The movie playing is some low-budget human attempt at depicting werewolves – all snarling CGI and ridiculously dramatic transformations that bear absolutely no resemblance to the seamless slide between forms.
Honestly, the way they imagine us, all hulking brutes with glowing eyes…it’s almost comical.
If only they knew the truth, the quiet efficiency of our shifts, the heightened senses that are both a blessing and a constant, often overwhelming, influx of information.
They’d probably faint from the sheer normalcy of it all, the lack of theatricality in our reality.
A sharp knock on the door interrupts my private cinematic mockery. I pause the movie, the image of a ridiculously oversized wolf frozen mid-
