I always dreamed werewolves and the like existed in real life, hiding among us. Not as bloodthirsty monsters trying to pass as member of humanity to better tear it down, nor poor souls condemned to turn into savage beast at the drop of a hat, or even the simple apparition of a full moon. But rather, as peoples somehow given a potential edge in life.
A bit like that old versus fighting games from 97 & 99. Of course, like in said video games some would inevitably try to exploit those peoples, probably as brainwashed soldiers, so they would have to hide, alas.
But still, it would be cool if some peoples could turn into some sort of human-beast hybrid to protect themselves.
That friday night, just after the fairy threw her magical dust at me, I couldn't help but think that now such "zoanthropes" would exist, but I would never know it. By the time monday rolled in, I had convinced myself it was just a dream, not knowing I would meet lot of sexy were-beasts, all fighting for my favors, nor how some evil organizations would try to make use of it, to make use of me.