I know, you idiot. I'm not exactly painting I'm a werewolf in giant red letters on my bare chest and streaking naked through the Down. You know. Rosalind knows. I'm trying to keep it under wraps.
It's just. Hard. I'm a wolf by birth. I should have better control over myself than I do. This place is fucking with my head. Making it harder. I feel like it's just a matter of time before the city forces me to fully shift against my will. Publicly. And then everyone will know.
Hunters for hire. This shit is why I need to go live in the fucking woods again.
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You know. Rosalind knows.
I'm trying to keep it under wraps.
It's just. Hard.
I'm a wolf by birth. I should have better control over myself than I do.
This place is fucking with my head. Making it harder.
I feel like it's just a matter of time before the city forces me to fully shift against my will. Publicly. And then everyone will know.
Hunters for hire.
This shit is why I need to go live in the fucking woods again.