More human than ever, he whispered, “I am a man with a beast’s heart. What do you expect?” And even though he said no more words, I could hear his thoughts: “Are you any different from me? Beasts under human masks?”
I dreamed that there was a ruthless wolf man killing everybody he encountered. There was a national hunt to kill this man. There were awards, soldiers, guns, and traps. Whatever it takes to take him down.
I was unfortunate enough to run into him near the army base, but he said that he would spare my life if I could arrange it so that he could look closely at the inside of a human nose. I wondered if he would bite my head off if I offered to show him my nose. Thankfully, he did not want to look into my nose.
I somehow arranged it so that he could look at a man going through a heart surgery in a clean, cold green room in the army base. The wolf man paid little attention to the nose of the patient, but looked really closely at the heart.
After some course of actions that I no longer remember, all the surgeons and the assistants lied dead on the floor, brutally murdered by the wolf man. I watched as the he bit into the cornered and frightened heart patient with his powerful jaws. The moment he bit into the man’s chest, however, he recognized the scent of his birth brother, but by then it was too late. His brother was dead under his teeth.
I learned that when the wolf man was younger, his mother had a heart surgery. The wolf man also had heart problems, and since there was no human heart available, he got a wolf’s heart transplanted into his chest, which changed his personailty and life forever. Unable to blend into the human society like he used to, he left his ailing mother and baby sister and ran away into the snow. And ever since his heart had made him an outsider, he had a thing about hearts.
Many years later, when he met his brother for the first time, he did not recognize him. He let his beastly instinct take over and kill his brother. My heart was filled with endless sadness and sympathy, tears welling up in my eyes. Then the wolf man turned to me. More human than ever, he whispered, “I am a man with a beast’s heart. What do you expect?” And even though he said no more words, I could hear his thoughts: “Are you any different from me? Beasts under human masks?” Then he turned around and took off into the snow, never to return again.