NOLAN
As I strolled past another group of werewolves, they momentarily restrained themselves, feigning serenity. This fleeting display of decorum lasted a whopping thirty seconds, until I was safely out of earshot. Then, they resumed their customary rambunctiousness.
You might think me a hypocrite – a sanctimonious chap who's suddenly developed a conscience about the injustices plaguing Darkwood. I wouldn't blame you. Yet, it's the very same system that afforded me and my family privileges denied even to other werewolves. The irony isn't lost on me. As I wandered into the woods, I found myself on the cusp of tears, pondering the plight of every witch family. I couldn't help feeling responsible for it all. Not only was I part of the oppressive class, I was a member of the family responsi
