WoofyArcticwolf

        Jacob had long since given up on his old dream. Who would know, who would care, who could he even tell about it? He used to know several who were just as obsessive as he was, maybe even more so. He couldn't believe himself when the dream faded. That painful lust to be something more than man, more than beast. Each full moon he and his old friends would howl at the moon and laugh before hanging out. But it had been a long time since then. He was no longer a young man, in fact rather old.        So old, so alone, so filled with regret. Angry at himself for the moments when he wavered in his faith, mistrusted friends and those who only