You’ve always known you’re different.

You didn’t fit in. The others teased you. Shunned you. Couldn’t understand you.

There was a desire inside of you. A hunger. A need. You didn’t know what it was, but you felt it. A little at first. But soon, it was constant.

A life of confusion until that moment. That sweet, terrifying, glorious, horrible moment when everything changed. When you ceased being human.

You became more. You became Garou.

And you when you smile, people run.


Werewolf: The Apocalypse

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