Nothing had floored me more than the wisdom Elena had just exhibited in that thirty minutes of dining together.
The fire was burning evidently in her eyes and I could see it.
We tried to make light of the therapeutic situation that had formed and moved to clear our dishes and clean up. While all of this happened, I was no longer myself.
I was shaken by her ideologies and proceeded to re-evaluate my life and my values.
What was I that passionate about?
Nothing.
I took life like one hopscotch after the other. No plans, no direction, no driving force, I was just moving through each day. Nothing fueled me or gave me reasons to open my eyes the next day and keep moving.
I just existed.
Another lycanthrope in the midst of others who had accepted a gruel fate we had been subjected
