I am a werewolf, a werewolf who was abandoned by the pack.
Because I don't have any characteristics of a werewolf, because the blood of a werewolf in my body is only a pitiful one ten thousandth.
I have never been unfamiliar with words such as bastard and garbage. These are the words for me in the community. I am not recognized or respected because I am the lowest of the bunch.
Soon, I was abandoned. Fortunately, I did not have the characteristics of a werewolf, so I perfectly integrated into human society and continued to live.
Until this night.
I came into this world.
With the ability that came in exchange, I smiled and breathed the air.
Werewolf? Humph, how could that inferior race have anything to do with me?
Claws and tail? It was just to remind me of the humiliation that the word werewolf brought to me.
I won't forget it because I hate guys like you.