Why does the moon call to me at night. Why does it hang so low i can almost grasp it and hold it against my heart. Why does it tease me so with dreams and need and wants and urges of running through the forest, leaving my clothing behind not wanting to have the grime of humans on me.
I run fast, faster, harder, My muscles burn and scream for me to stop, but i do not. My skin start to itch from the heated sweat that drips down my flesh that now bumps with excitement.
I see them. The pack. Those shining eyes looking my way. They throw back and start to sing the song of the moon to me. My body now shivers and I cry, needing to be a part of that world. My feet now bleeding from the stumps and stones that cut me.
The pack starts to run, I follow fast only feet behind them. they continue to sing the moon song as i cry feeling my body start to become one of them.
My pack embraces me and becomes my family. I am wolf, it is my life, it is my thoughts, it is my everything. I am wolf, hear me and sing with me.
If you are wolf, sing with me.