I always new that I was changing and that I haven’t felt like myself for years. At the same time, I never felt like me even at my best. I always knew I was someone or something else. I just didn’t know what it was. Until now.

And I still don’t know. At least I don’t know what you’d call it. Only now the only difference is that I can see it. I can see the scales all over my body even though I only breath on land and not in water. I now have ears the size of a wolf and I can hear for miles to come. I have the snout of a wolf and can taste like I’ve never tasted before. Water never tasted so refreshing. Neat never tasted so savory. Flesh never tasted so desirable.

I no longer crave flesh to touch and be next too. Maybe this is for the best considering I was usually alone. I now crave to eat it. It takes all of my might to resist. But there have been times that I fail. I’m not perfect, and I’ve always said that perfection is overrated. So yes, there are still times that I give into my temptations and enjoy a meal that I shouldn’t enjoy on occasion. I still enjoy these meals more than I should. And that’s what makes it so difficult. That’s what makes my job so complicated. How can I be a butcher and only serve animal meat at my store where there are times that I need to hide the bodies and they end up in my freezer to give away the leftovers? In a way, it’s charity.