Nobody asks to be a monster. Nobody asks to look others in the eye and see only revulsion, loathing, and fear. Nobody asks to be unwanted, outcast, ostracised because they will never be more in the eyes of others but the monsters others think them to be. Nobody here asked for lycanthropy, it was something inflicted upon them.
I wander how people would act towards me if they knew I had no soul; would they fear me, hate me, shun me? Would I end up in a prison like Kerbol’s Hollow? For this village is a prison, but it is also a sanctuary; built to keep the innocent people safe from the monsters within, and the innocent monsters safe from the people without.