As I lay there in the forest, battered and bruised, I cursed myself for my weakness. My thoughts swirled with anger and frustration as I berated myself for how poorly this entire mission had gone. The weight of my perceived failures threatened to crush me.
"You know," the Narrator chimed in, his voice echoing through my mind, "you really haven't spent any time training or trying to learn more about your werewolf abilities. How did you even expect to succeed?"
I grumbled in response. "Well, it's not like I had a manual on being a werewolf! I've just been doing what feels natural."
The Narrator scoffed. "Natural? You call relying solely on your instincts without proper understanding 'natural'? Maybe if you put some effort into learning about and honing your powers, things would have turned out differently!"
