My brothers, this tale I weave is for you.
For our wolves.
I have felt the call of the wild,
It has grown stronger over time; it becomes overwhelming.
The hunger has crawled through my body,
Raked over me with merciless claws.
I have craved the taste of flesh and meat.
Of blood and death.
I am no longer the brother you know.
I am no longer me.
I am the silver wolf.

What should I do?
Tell me, Guide me,
Advise me.

On the eve of the full moon of the third month,
I merged with him, with it.
He is me and I am him.
We are together, forever in one form.
But as time has passed, another calls to me.
A woman.
An enchantress of melody.
I have felt her soul briefly caressing mine;
Her mind is like a seductive touch.
A woman, a human,
Lost within a sea of pain and hopelessness.
When she calls to me,
I feel a compulsion to answer,
To find her.
I need her.

What should I do?
Tell me, Guide me,
Advise me.

As I seek her out, my wolf is on the hunt for his mate.
Is this woman the savior for me?
Or will she fall prey to my hunger, my wolf?

What should I do?
Tell me, Guide me,
Advise me.

The silence and beauty of the moon
Reflects back the ancient tales of the Wolf.
Of our pack.
As its light glimmered upon the world.
It showed humanity the predators,
The cursed and damned,
That stalked them through the shadows.
I am one of the cursed,
I am the damned.
I am the silver wolf.

What should I do?
Tell me, Guide me,
Advise me.

I am a three-minded wolf,
A warrior with the heart of a beast,
A man with the soul of a predator,
An animal with the morals of a man,
A dark soul trapped forever in the great void of time.
I am a man, a wolf.
We are one, the same.
Yet we are enemies.

What should I do?
Tell me, Guide me,
Advise me.

With each breath the enchantress takes,
My wolf draws closer,
Seeking her through the shadows of the night,
Guided by the moon of eternal light.

What should I do?
Tell me, Guide me,
Advise me.

With her death on the wolf’s mind,
Her love is on mine.
We seek the same prey,
And we revival for the chase.
Yet we argue over the hunt,
For he seeks her death and blood,
While I seek her breast and cunt.

What should I do?
Besides die…