Moonstone Quarry And The Light may Shine in Your Eyes

It was an interesting juxtaposition, that was true. 
But he was no longer a pup, no longer a victim of a busy, exhausted mother, an absent father, an uncontrollable desire, a ruthless, manipulative alpha, or his own ignorance. 
"We aren't all gifted with the privilege to be other than our natures. But, we can make choices. Just because I am scarred, just because I am skilled in combat, just because I live a certain lifestyle, does not mean I will repeat what I was taught growing up. But you see my choices and actions as Evil, because you have been taught that those actions are evil. Just as I have been taught that your packs, and actions, are weak." 
Perhaps if he spoke long enough, he could prove that although bloodlust and insanity were common among his type, they weren't all bad. 
"I mourn my mate, and my losses, because circumstances were beyond my control when....when those things happened." 
He picked his way carefully through the crest of the Quarry, his paws finally finding sparse grass between the stones.