I growl and bite into the chains that bind me, but it is useless. I am a prisoner and cannot escape. Chains rattle loudly in the darkness of my dungeon as I thrust myself forward in frustration only to be thrown backwards as a result. I was different that was a fact, but do different people belong alone in dark places with nothing to look at but the clouds of dust that you stir at night when you struggle. I don't know how long I have been down here, but I do know that I am grateful that some people care for me enough to risk shame and perhaps banishment for bringing food to what their leader says is a traitor and monster that has no place among them.<br/><br/>"We are wolf shifters, their leader says, he is a pure wolf. Therefore he must be caged like the beast he is. We are his master and he is our slave and prisoner to do with as we will. It is as it should be and always will be."