My name is Anthony Jaxon and I just learned that I am a werewolf. I can't believe it either. Yesterday, I was furious with my girlfriend for having a relationship with another man. I hit the guy and he reacted, which led to a fight. He accidentally stabbed me with a rusty iron. Today, I woke up and discovered that 7 years had passed, which means that I died 7 years ago. New York is the state of dreams where I went when I returned
All I could recall when I woke up was my encounter at a location called EDOM. Others have called it "Hell," but in my opinion, that doesn't adequately describe how terrible that place is.
I realized I left EDOM with a new ability when I went to find something to eat since I was so hungry when I got up. I eat raw meat with blood and am very angry, can't control my hunger or my wrath. I shouted loudly as my finger began to grow and I couldn't feel the rest of my hand; it felt like another finger was growing inside of mine. I could feel my bones shifting as my anguish and discomfort increased. My teeth were all sharpened, my facial hair had grown greatly, and I was covered in blood.
Since I've seen a lot of werewolf movies, I was aware of what I had turned into. I suppose this is my justification for leaving that horrible location, but it's worth it in my opinion because I can't want my adversary there.
I moved to New York to start a new life, and I intend to make the most of this second chance.