My curse, My diseaseHe sat on top of a mountain at the edge of the desert looking across the valley from it's westernmost point. Fools... The young man thought as he looked down on the town. They've been hunting me and my kind for 2000 years and haven't come close to understanding that they can't wipe us out. He always hated shifting, but he did it now. He was shortly bearing the form of a wolf as he started carefully plodding down the mountain slope. They said changing would get easier but I don't know if I'll ever enjoy it... I just hate being what I am I want to be one thing or the other not both. As he reached the bottom his ears pricked up at a noise to his left about 30 feet in front of him. He ducked behind a bush and crouched down low so he could see the feet of whatever was coming. He watched a heavy shoe hit the ground with an equally heavy footfall. "I know you're there!" he heard the person shout in his direction. "I watched you as you were coming down the mountain.