Even while I was little I knew I was different from the other lambs
I knew I was special, I wouldnt herd or follow the group, I didnt like chewing grass, it all seemed wrong, and I had a penchant for moonlight and howling
It was only recently that I realised what it all meant. My affinity for huffing and puffing, my weariness of girls in Red-hoods. It could only mean one thing. I was a Wolf in Sheeps clothing
