Everything dwindled around me as I scurried across the plains. The unfaltering wind parted, making a way for me to cross. I ran until the last bit of excess exuberance was drained.

'Dude, no fair... you got a head start,' I overheard Fin complain behind me.

Whirling my head to the side, I eyed his expeditious mobility. He was trying to gain on me. I heard his heart oscillate faster than the wings of the hummingbirds that visited the forest in search of sweet nectar.

In the blink of an eye he matched my pace, his tongue rolling to the side of his muzzle, the coal colored fur passing by like a blur for human eyes in daylight, but at midnight he had the upper hand at camouflaging like his identical twin sister Mia.

'Hah, I'm in the lead... again,' he gloated, chuckling under his breath.

'Very funny, Fin... or should I say 'little Finny?"' I watched his speed subside a mile or so. His face showed indications of uneasiness.

'You... you,' he stammered as I chortled, dashing past him effortlessly.

'Boys, cut it out.'

Our heads revolved to the ash-colored wolf looming over us. His blazing rufous eyes were like sparks of fire dancing in the wind. His ears shuddered in every direction possible, always making sure we weren't observed by unwelcome guests. And his tail swiftly flickered right and left. I got dizzy trying to follow its motion with precise notation.

We skipped to his side, panting from the fatigue of running around all day.

He rolled his eyes, stomping his paw for immediate attention.

'Yes, sir!' We spoke in unison.

'Blaze?' asked a beautiful voice.

I flashed a toothy grin at Fin, and he copied my smirk as we watched our alpha's mood rapidly change. Color draining from his muscular face.

'Y-yes?' I'd never heard Blaze be nervous around anyone but Eleanor, his mate.

Blaze's head sloped down as he drew closer to his mate, his tail tucked between his hind legs. His eyes automatically shifted to a lighter red, meaning he was calm. Hearing her melodious voice had always made everything serene for him.

Eleanor gave me a small smile and a nod, taking Blaze away from our tails in order to talk to him. She was our savior yet again.

'Race?' Fin inquired once Eleanor and Blaze were off our trail.

'Nah, I'm tired... let's hunt,' I suggested.

He nodded, letting me lead this time.

'So... heard you're crushing on Scarlett,' I teased.

'Daniel! Keep your snout shut,' he protested, not meeting my playful eyes.

'Ok, ok... just joking kid.' I laughed again. He lagged behind. His jet black eyes were frozen, as if he was thinking too hard.

'You s'ok?'

'Yea.'

'You can tell me if something's wrong.'

'I know.' A melancholy cloud seemed to descend over him.

'It's about your dad, isn't it? Didn't he die this same day years ago?'

He whimpered, rubbing his head against me and nodding slightly.

'I can relate," I murmured.

'That's different, I literally saw my father... suffocate to death when it was me who should have been there,' he whined, slowly catching up to me.

I didn't respond; I just licked his ear affectionately, cooing. He was like my little brother. I couldn't see him in agony.

It was before I was converted into a wolf. Fin and his sister Mia had lost their mother as a newborn, leaving their father two youngsters to nourish and safeguard.

He raised them from helpless pups to the robust wolves they are now. The twins were close to their pops -- until a fire broke out years ago. I was still a human then, and had heard of the fire. My parents had relocated to the next city due to the severe heat and commotion.

Blaze had told me the whole story while Fin and Mia were out hunting one day. They didn't need a flashback that would sting their poor hearts again.

My eyes widened, and my heart pounded faster as I heard the tale.

It seemed to really flash through my eyes, like it was happening right in front of me. Or maybe Blaze was just an amazing storyteller. Or both!

He had told me how their dad had saved Fin just as a burning tree was about to fall on him and crush him to death. Their dad had pushed Fin away from harm. Then, once he saw that his kids were safe, his mellowing eyes locked with those of his best friend Blaze as he bravely embraced death.

Mia had yelped and supported her fainted brother as they huddled together, whining over their loss. Blaze had taken care of them ever since. He treated them like they were his own children, never letting them feel the pain of losing both their parents at such a young age.

I trembled at the mention of death. It was so rare for us. Death. The word whirled in my mind like a breeze through a broken window. It never stopped. And it never would.

'Scarlett!' Fin stayed behind me, the tips of his ears going red in embarrassment.

Scarlett rolled her icy blue eyes in our direction.

She was gorgeous. No one could resist not being tempted by her beauty, not even me. Her fur was the lightest shade in the pack, and it was always so clean and radiant. There was just one little problem, though: she hated my guts.

She'd stare at me with those cruel blue eyes, filled with burning hatred. I'd twitch under her cold gaze; it almost made my heart freeze solid.

'Luna wanted me to tell you she's found game,' Scarlett muttered. Her eyes were refocused on Fin quivering behind me, but I knew the message was meant for me.

I nodded and took leave of the uncomfortable situation. My eyes stayed glued to the ground as I took off running against my will.

It didn't take long to reach my destination -- the ruins, as I call them. Home sweet home.

'Danny!' Luna cried. At least someone was pleased to see me.

She licks my ear playfully, keeping a watchful eye on our surroundings. Luna wasn't like the others. Except for our different coats, we were practically a pair in every way. She was my closest friend and the best adoptive sister I could ask for.

Her grey coat reminded me of the full moon just rising beyond the horizon, and her scent always reminded me of my own life before I was turned. It almost had an ashy smell.

She was the kindest when I was first introduced into the pack. She was always ready to play a game of tag until Blaze demanded we stop messing around like mutts and behave like the warriors we were.

'Luna, where's game?' My stomach growled at the mention of food.

'Follow me.' She wasn't the quietest wolf, but was an exceptionally stealthy hunter, unlike the others. I was a bit surprised that such a talkative and active wolf would know to shut her snout when the time came.

'Lead the way!' I exclaimed with a grin.

Luna placed her wet nose on the ground, sniffing traces of our meal.

As we scampered past the field of roses, Luna winced at the sight of the thing she feared. Roses. I laughed at the long ago memory. Luna had been an innocent little pup when she'd sniffed the flowers and gotten a thorn stuck in her paw. Now, she wouldn't even smell them anymore. Always overcautious.

The scent dawdled in the air as I took a whiff of the fragrance. The strong aromatic scent gave me a headache.

'Don't you ridicule me,' Luna hissed, her ashen eyes peeking into my soul.

'Yes, ma'am,' I ironically reply.

We continued on our way. My sharp, ivory-like claws scraped against the scattered stones so loudly, it might as well have scared off our prey. I tried my best to tuck them in.

'I can hear the game,' Luna whispered.

We hid behind a jumble of rocks. A small opening in between them allowed us to spy on the game, a majestic elk and his family.

Luna began nodding absentmindedly; she must have been listening to the elk's conversations. I wished to have the gift to understand every language like Luna did. She settled herself in attack mode, keeping her legs bent to give momentum when she flies in the air to pounce on the unsuspecting creature.

I watched her leap, swipe her paws at the elk's legs to weaken it, and seize its neck as she choked it to death. Her muzzle dripped with the blood of the victim, and I could hear her jaws brutally squeezing the last breaths out of the animal.

I almost pitied it.

Almost.

I was impressed! If I hadn't seen her in action, I never would have imagined the sweet, lovable Luna to be a sadistic killing machine.

She dropped the carcass at my paws, and began cleansing her blood-stained muzzle.

'How was that?' she queried, batting her eyelashes at me.

'Um. . . it was a lot of things,' I stammered in reply. 'Amazing, thrilling, astounding.'

'Is that just another way of saying you can't believe what just happened?' She had gotten me there. I flashed her a quick satisfied smile as we dug in. The flesh was fresh with hints of irresistible sweetness. Luna seemed content halfway through our meal, since her stomach filled quicker than mine. Maybe it was the genes. I helped myself to the remains of the elk, each bite more satisfying than the last.

'Done yet?' She asked, raising her eyebrow comically.

'Sadly, yes.'

'Gosh, you eat like you've never seen a carcass,' she mocks, but her eyes brimmed with softness.

I rolled my eyes and rubbed my head against the dark oak tree nearby, licking away the crimson droplets that still clung to my furry muzzle.

Luna fluttered her lashes at me again. Her dark eyes reminded me of an upcoming storm.

'You trickster,' I accused, growling at her with bared teeth.

She giggled playfully. If stars could sing, that would be what they sounded like.

'Sorry, D.' She gave me a coaxing smile.

'I knew there was something fishy about this.'

'Please, Daniel?'

The meat had weighed down my stomach and made my throat feel scratchy and rough

'Ugh, fine,' I groaned. I looked back once more and started walking away towards the place I hated to see.

In an effort to prolong my duty, I let the clear, cascading waterfall distract me. For one serene moment, I felt untethered from all the tension as I took some of the water into my dehydrated body. Even in the extreme freezing weather of Maine, we wolves would have to keep cool due to our bodies being able to adapt almost anywhere.

We were an unstoppable force.

The sheer beauty of the landscape led my eyes astray. Bees busily buzzed around the wild, uncultured flowers of the looping meadows, which seemed to reach for the skies.

My lips curved upwards in a smile. I galloped around the field, admiring the microscopic details I would have missed if I hadn't let my mind wander.

Our world was so isolated from the real dangers in this world, because we were the hazard. The killer, the monster.

I yearned to explore the world, meet new folks, sniff new places this universe had to offer.

Alas, I feared them.

Humans.

The mention of them set my ears pinned against my skull and my heart palpitating past the limits. My head spun from the nostalgic memories I'd forgotten.

Their minds were so different from ours -- so full of cruelty and selfishness. They were willing to do anything to attain the power of authority.

Killing us wolves was one way to get it.

My heart mentally raced faster than my legs could carry me. When I finally reached the border of our land, my body began to tremble with fear of the unknown.

Out there, I was no longer the predator. I was the prey.

My muscles felt cramped and tightly drawn, as if they were trying to pull me back into the safety of the big, numerous pack, begging me not to risk my life.

But my heart urged me to move forward, to embrace the angst.

And I ultimately did.

My steps were tentative, my eyes laser-focused.

Suddenly, a strange scent hit me like a million watts of light.

I never knew humans smelled this good. . .

Shaking the vile intention out of my head, I trudged onward.

It was late in the evening when I stopped to glance over the rocky cliffs. Thick fog almost enveloped me completely, like an ethereal blanket. The towering pine trees stretched out their sharp, jabbing needles. Flocks of gulls soared across the skies in hopes of finding warmer weather.

I could gawk at this scenery all day, if I didn't have work to do.

Not seeing a single soul made me breathe a sigh of relief. I sat between the lime green bushes, camouflage to untrained human eyes.

Ever since humans started an attack against us years ago, we have been alert. Usually Luna and her mate Ace take the initiative of watching over the humans for a spark of danger. But today, that job's mine. And I hope to execute it, despite my heart throbbing with feverish apprehension.

I tutted at the sight at half-drunken cans of soda rolling on the deserted streets and plastic bags flying haywire, getting caught in the dead tree branches. Unlike the luscious forest, this was a disaster zone waiting to happen.

My heart ebbed and flowed to keep my breathing intact in the oppressive atmosphere. Even the birds sounded different here. Instead of their usual happy chirping, it sounded more mellow and lifeless for some reason.

The air reeked of gas and pollution. I stayed beside the line that connected the wild to the city. I crouched near blades of sharp grass, waiting for unsuspecting passersby to walk past me.

Holding my head down, I tucked my body in to protect it from the cold wind that breezed by smoothly, ruffling bits of my fur playfully.

My eyes drooped from exhaustion, but my heart raced with concealed euphoria.

Soft, musical whispers suddenly flowed into my ears. The song lyrics filled my soul with pleasure and, for one sweet moment, distracted me from my existence.

Sleep, dear one

Tomorrow's a new day

The sun will shine through the window

Awaking a new way

I will stay by your side

Until the day I die

Tears pricked my eyes as the words were repeated in the depths of my heart.

I wanted to talk, tell my mother how much I loved her. She was the reason for my existence, the reason I was alive. I could picture her subtle cinnamon eyes, her pale cheeks, her chocolate hair with ivory highlights rippling behind her, her joyful rose lips, and her hands holding me in place, showing undying love.

I wanted to form the words, express my love in return for hers.

Oh, if only she were alive!

I was too late, unable to see her benign face one last time before the ground swallowed her whole. Her pallid body was weak from sickness, and her strained lips were lifeless and blue.

I sobbed and sobbed like I never had before.

Father placed an encouraging hand on my shoulder, bending down to meet my eyes. His bronze eyes remained placid, yet I felt his heart throbbing with guilt and sorrow.

Brushing my shaggy hair from my tear-streaked face, he held my fragile hand as he scooped up my little sister. Her drowsy caramel eyes showed signs of confusion as she yawned, while silent tears rolling down her color-less cheeks.

I wanted to scream at dad, tell him to leave us alone. But my mouth felt glued together, as my hands clasped and my heart beat like a galloping horse's hooves.

I wanted to tell him it was his fault mom had left us. If he'd cared even the slightest bit about his family, he would have paid for mom's cancer treatments.

But he refused to pay.

And she ultimately paid -- with her life.

I could still hear my sister's voice. Oftentimes I would be comforted by her company as I kissed her flushed cheeks and promised that I'd never let her go.

I had broken that vow.

And I regret it.

I could recall that day like it was yesterday. The wind had picked up, howling like a damsel in distress. The path at my feet faded as it led into the darkness of the woods, but I had to follow it for Riley's sake. She had ventured into the perilous forest, and I was determined to rescue her at any cost. Somewhere in there were the answers I needed, and so my feet followed the narrow strip of naked earth among the giant tree roots and fallen leaves. I let my hands touch them as I pass, feeling their gentle spirits soothe my own. That was their world. They stretched towards light they never saw, yet sensed, and I had to do the same. I had to open up my senses: to see, hear, and feel every little thing about my surroundings, like a true wolf.

With only a faintly-lit torch in hand, I ran towards her shaky shrieks. My palms were sweating, my head was pulsing, and my heart was skipping beats. The moon dimly illuminated my path. Stars lit the inky sky above; I could almost see mom's serene face in them. But in spite of the moonlight, my eyes could only see pure darkness.

Suddenly, blood curdling screams filled my ears. I tried to cover them with my hands, but I could still hear the screams and the frightening howls of wolves. As their sharp teeth punctured their prey, their howls became louder. Terrified, I ran in circles and fell on my knees. They had been ruthlessly scraped by thorns. Nature was beautiful, but it certainly had an ugly side.

"Riley!?" I cried out. Her name felt like poison in my mouth."Riley, where are you?"

A low growl sounded nearby. The wolf pack was surrounding me!

"R-Riley?" I whispered.

The wolves' intimidating eyes seemed to drill into my soul, as the animals drew closer to me with every passing second.

I gulped down my nausea, stepping backwards to keep their sharp teeth from piercing into my body. Their muzzles dripped with blood.

Riley's blood.

All I wanted to do was scream and run away. Anything was better than dumbfoundedly staring into their menacing eyes and awaiting death.

Mom's soft words and Riley's playful giggles echoed in my mind like a distant memory.

They were gone now. I felt like I had nothing left to live for.

What was the point of me persevering?

"K-kill me," I begged the wolves, the murderers that ruthlessly killed my innocent sister without remorse.

They smirked, eyes haunting me, teeth baring.

I watched the pack channel towards me, mere shadows against the night sky. Their paws crushed twigs and dry leaves, and their damp fur smelled of fresh pine.

Closing my eyes, I said my last prayer. My heartbeat raged in my ears as the animals crept even closer.

My life flashed before my eyes; I could see my loved ones dying in front of me. I had been unable to protect them. Their faded images dissolved into thin air as reality kicked in.

One of the wolves -- the alpha, I assumed -- was sniffing my trembling leg. A mellow growl escaped its lips, which curled back to expose teeth sharper than knife blades.

The wolf's fur was black as coal, almost invisible against the unlit sky. Then, those blade-like teeth punctured my leg.

I grew weaker and weaker as the blood poured out of me. Deep red stains blossomed on my clothes, and my heart raced at a speed I never thought was possible. My legs went senseless, unable to budge. My hands twitched uncontrollably. My veins felt like they were going to explode, my chest seized with a choking sensation, and my blue lips gasped desperately for air.

I felt like someone had jabbed a knife in my heart and twisted it over and over. I wanted to die -- but not like this.

I soon realized, however, that the wolves had stopped ripping me to shreds. My body felt as limp as a plastic bag blowing in the wind, even though my only injuries were a few broken ribs and leg bones, with some severe wounds on my right hand.

Somehow, I was alive. The black alpha was snapping its menacing jaws at another intruding wolf.

I could barely make out the intruder in the darkness. Its dark grey fur reminded me of a sky about to erupt into a thunderstorm. Small patches of black dotted its face. Its vermeil-colored eyes were fixated on my terrified face. Unlike the other wolves, this one had never threatened me. There weren't even any traces of blood on its mouth.

It stood up to the black one and bared its ferocious teeth, forcing the alpha and the others to retreat. When it reached my side, my rapidly pooling blood soiled its lovely dark fur, which smelled like fresh raindrops and dew. I felt like I was on fire, but I reminded myself that the physical agony would end once my heart stopped hammering against my chest.

I watched their livid eyes communicate with one another, and listened to them yap in a language I didn't understand.

Then, something shocking happened. The dark grey wolf somehow produced hands and legs. He developed a human face that shone with tender-heartedness, but that also seemed to be creased with pain and desperation. Palms facing me, he crouched down.

The red-eyed one mumbled something that I couldn't understand but that calmed me down nevertheless. Grabbing my body with secure hands, he bid an audacious farewell to the other wolves who surprisingly transformed into humans as well.

The black one stared at me with a cold gaze as he shifted. His hand curled into a tight fist, making his bronze knuckles turn pastel white. A malicious grin spread across his face.

His jet black eyes were fierce. Anger and rage burned like fire in his pupils.

I shivered from the feeling, but knowing that I was in safe hands kept me hushed.

"You're going to have to come with me," the red-eyed, kind-faced one said. He held my shaking frame tighter, his nose flaring from the scent of my blood.

I lifted my head up, looking at the eccentric eyes of the one who saved me.

"Why -- why did you..."

"Kid, it was nothing," he interrupted, keeping his eyes away from mine.

Nodding, I became quiet, feeling the mixed emotions bubbling up inside me, poised to resurface.

We moved away from the pack, walking in silence until we couldn't hear the voices of the wolves-turned-humans anymore.

"Was the other child your sister?" He finally spoke, breaking the tranquil silence that had formed. I burst into tears, burying my head in my sweating hands.

"Was she?" he persisted, placing me on the wet grass of the marsh. I hadn't realized the land had changed so drastically.

I chewed my trembling lip, feeling a huge knot of dread forming in my gut. Nodding, I wiped the flow of tears with the back of my good hand.

"I'm sorry, we didn't mean any harm. Fen should've controlled his urge to hunt humans."

"Why -- why did you save me?" I asked again, avoiding his tenebrous eyes.

He shrugged casually and sat down on a nearby rock, crossing his legs. I caught the sight of blood dripping from his right palm; the others must have bitten him because he tried to save me.

"That useless lad, why would I spend my hard earned money on him?"

"Sheesh, that's all you got?"

"He's a useless brat."

I blinked in dumbfounded shock as my father's words soaked in. I felt like I was useless, like I didn't deserve to live. I didn't want to live. Why did God give me a second chance? Even my father disapproved of me!

"Look, there was no way I could stop one innocent life from being taken in front of me. I'm just glad I could save another. I couldn't let both of you die. Besides, you actually have a chance. Your sister never did."

I knitted my brows. "A chance at what?"

"A chance at life, kid. A chance at life"

With bated breaths, we watched the swirling autumn leaves descend over the lake. The still waters were bestrewn with a kaleidoscope of flaming gold and bonfire red. It was beautiful.

I laced my fingers around a dandelion stem, idly rotating it. My blood continued to boil, and I still felt like I was on fire. But the chilly draft that breezed by me cooled me off and seemed to numb my wounds -- both physical and emotional.

"How are you even real?" I wondered -- mostly to myself, as I wiped beads of sweat from my forehead.

He faked a cough and ruffled my hair. I could smell the wolf-like odor that still clung to him. Tucking his shaggy, black hair behind his ear, he coaxed a smile.

"We're real just like you, kid," he answered. "Humans just don't realize they're not the only apex predators roaming the earth."

I nodded with pursed lips and asked, "Are you some kind of a werewolf?" I'd read some facts about them, learning that they only turned into wolves during the full moon and spent the rest of the time living amongst humans as one of them.

"Kinda." He made a horizontal gesture with his hand.

"Kind of? So what exactly are you?" I countered.

He stood up on the sharp rocks, which didn't seem to bother his bare feet. I hadn't noticed his black clothes earlier; they clung to his thin, muscular form, almost exposing the jutting bones.

His dark black hair glistened in the gentle moonlight. When he looked at me with those rusty-red eyes, something strange happened. His very persona seemed to envelop me completely, making me unable to flee.

From him.

From my sister.

From myself.

"What's your name, kid?" he queried.

I shot him a perplexed look. "Daniel."

"Nice name, kiddo. It fits you well."

"Thanks. W-What's yours?"

"I'm Blaze."

"How old are you... Blaze?" I asked hesitantly. He seemed to be in his late 20's, but who knew how long he'd actually been living.

"You don't need to know that, but I'll tell you this: I'm older than I seem." A grin spread across his face as he added, "And you're gonna need some aspirin. What happened back there was nothing. The real pain is coming."

"What pain?" My eyes bulged wide in fear.

"I'll tell you on the way there. But you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone, okay?" He looked urgent as he grabbed my shoulders and anxiously waited for a response. I reluctantly agreed, willing to hear him out.

"In only a couple of hours, possibly when the sun rises... you'll be one of us."

"Us? Like... like a werewolf?" My voice was barely a whisper in the howling, bone-chilling wind.

Blaze looked stern. "Hush, kid. No more questions until we reach our destination."

My lip involuntarily stuck out as I pouted and unwillingly followed him. Limping took tremendous effort, but the ache seemed to have diminished quite a bit.

Something else was bugging me, though -- a force that seemed to be ripping apart the inside of my body as it made its way out. My stomach lurched, and my heart rate sped up yet again. My breath turned into mist the second it came in contact with the freezing air.

I held my stomach as I vomited out my last meal near a shrub blooming with petite wild flowers.

My brain felt like an extinguished fire. It used to burn brightly, and I knew of happiness and light. I could actually see a future. Now my mind was a pile of dark ruins, subsisting on the burnt tinder of who I was. In those ashes, there was nothing to ignite even a single spark.

All I could do was huddle in that fearful moment, live from heartbeat to heartbeat. I felt like the world wasn't really there, but had been stolen and replaced with something empty, photoshopped, and fake. It made sense in a weird way. After all, the real world gave me feelings of joy. I felt connected to it, part of it. But either it was taken away or I was. With every torturous second that passed, I was pulled further and further from who I was.

My mind went blank as my limbs transformed to paws, a furry coat covered my body, and my soul got replaced with some kind of gaping dark void.

Then nausea crept from my abdomen to my head, and the world went black.

* * *

A gentle swishing sound, like the rustling of leaves on the ground on a breezy night, provided a Godsend of a distraction from my nightmare.

The grass susurrated as if someone was walking in it.

My sensitive nose itched to investigate the newcomer. Saliva dripped through my razor-edged teeth and off of my tongue. Blades of grass dug into my legs as I crept closer to the muffled sound of footsteps.

I paused and eyed the source.

The inviting scent of roses and daisies hung in the air. But all I could see was the intruder, who was lurking by a sycamore tree.

The trees were veiled in the lightest of mists, their trunks a dull brown with deep cracks that gnarled the bark. At the edge of the woodland, they became silhouettes against a heavenly blanket of white. It made it seem as though I was encircled by twilight.

My eyes became sharper and adjusted well to the darkness, even with the fog floating around. My senses were getting keener every day.

And then she noticed me.

Her brown hair lent a lovely warmth to her features. She had a slender frame and a face that held more love than she would ever admit to. The hue altered as the strands curled and moved, as free as autumn leaves playing in the sunshine. She had luscious eyes like those of an angel: brown like the bare earth, but green like the new growth of spring. In glossy serenity, her aura seeped into the cold summer air between us. And in that moment, in that fraction of time, her smile radiated in every God-given feature, and I felt complete for once.

Suddenly, her smile turned into a frown as she realized what I was and gasped at the discovery.

Seeing a human again made me realize how much I missed being one myself. After all, humans never need to fear getting shot, being described as a menace that killed livestock, and having to act out of your own comfort zone.

We locked eyes for a fraction of a second, but I shied away. I couldn't keep her there; I wanted her to leave. She was a human -- she deserved to live a proper life. As much as my wolf instinct urged me to act like a wild animal, my heart defied it and ultimately prevailed.

I bared my teeth as a warning, hissing like an old tomcat. But she didn't budge a bit. She simply held her palms out in a friendly gesture of surrender.

As I drew closer, she backed away. I saw her trip over something and fall. I wanted to help her somehow, but the smell of blood drove me away from the scene. So I took off, running faster than the wind could ever whirl.

The last thing I saw were those alluring light olive green eyes that showed her soul so brightly. Their sheer beauty motivated me to keep going forward and not look back.

A/N

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