It was a normal day, a day so average and commonplace you would forget it within a week. It was a day like any other. I woke up, got out of bed and brushed my teeth. After I was done I went downstairs, had breakfast and went off to work. My job was rather simple, it was not fun by any means but it paid the bills and there were no better options. As I went into the office my coworker Sabrina said hi to me. She was a new hire, had not been with us for even a week but just her smile made my day a little brighter. Well this was my life or at least it should have been. But the truth is I lied, this was no ordinary day. Even if a few lifetimes were to go by I would never forget what happened today. Today was the day I started seeing them. I had been a very normal person all my life. Never stood out and more importantly never wanted to. Why would I want to stand out? We all know that those who do not fit the mold are rejected, they are discriminated against and marginalized by society. 

That is why I make sure to be normal because a wolf without a pack is bound to die. I like what others like, I do what others do, and I think what others think. By every measure and metric I was a perfectly average human or at least this is what I appeared to be on the outside, but deep inside in an obscure corner of my heart there was a beast which I fought with every fiber of my being. I kept it caged for a long time for almost as long as I can remember. The beast had a thirst for blood, it wanted the world to erupt into conflict and fall into chaos, it wanted to bring emperors to their knees and bathe in the fear of its prey, but above all it desired to be free.

 I wanted to be free from the shackles we call society. I was not born for a world of peace. My birth should have been during times of war where I could fight to my heart's content without anyone batting an eye. If only I was born during a time where I was normal, if only I was born among wolves instead of apes. When did humanity lose the beast inside? When did we stop being savages? Did we ever stop being savages? When did we forget we were born to hunt? When did we stop being wolves? When did we turn into sheep? 

A wolf surrounded by sheep sounds like paradise, for the wolf that is. However, the sad truth of the matter is the wolf was lonely. It was the last of its kind. There might have been sheep till where the eyes could see but what the wolf most desperately wanted was to be part of a pack and with nothing but sheep around, It hid its fangs, ripped out its claws and started grazing the pastures along with the other sheep. Because the wolf had learned from a young age that sheep may be weak but they should not be underestimated, it knew if it fought it would lose. One sheep by itself was prey, even a few dozen were no problem but he was in a wolf's paradise, a world with more sheep than he could count. Having said that paradise quickly began to look a lot more like hell. In a world ruled by sheep a wolf has no choice but to starve. 

This was the cruel reality he was forced to face from a young age. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing and if any sheep were to ever see even a fang he would be put down like a useless mutt. He had no choice but to blend in, and he did it seamlessly at that. He spent all his life wandering aimlessly, keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact. He was an alien and he knew it, yet he could do nothing. Because whether he liked it or not he was outnumbered. 

But this day was different. God had finally taken pity on him. He had finally realized, this world was not meant for him and he gave him a chance to live his life to its fullest. To run around the fields with his fangs showing, to run without a care in the world because the world no longer belonged to the sheep. It belonged to him.