Spirit of the Wolves.
Prologue
There are some that believe wolves are monsters. That they are some deep dark descendant from Hell. I believe that they are wrong... in some ways, and disturbingly correct in others. I don't believe I am good. My father see's to that. I kill more than I love, and my life is a giant maze that has no exit. You cannot change who you are. So I have to accept what I am, a monster. There's no other way to describe me. I kill, I tear them apart and refuse to think of myself as a hero. These wolves have souls, I lost mine some time ago, when I was just a pup. I keep my feelings hidden, and must do so if I am to accomplish anything. I am to save the world. Sounds cheesy, but it's just the way it is. Life isn't always what you don't expect. Some things are just... there and we know why. Reverse logic. Although, I believe I'm getting way ahead of myself. My name is Skylar, Skylar Nathan Brant if you want to get technical, and I suppose I should tell you what I am, before describing myself as a monster. I am a wolf. No, not your fuzzy forest animal that eats bunnies. I am a abnormally large pure white wolf. To give you some idea, I am at least as long as your average school bus and as for my height, put two average school buses on top of one another and you have my height. However, like I said I can change into a human, but I only do that when I have to, because as I'm sure you're aware, I hate humans. Most of them. Especially the ones that imprisoned me, but once again, let's get back on topic.
I am not cuddly. The human race almost disgusts me with how much they think they know about the world. They have no idea what pain is, and pain is something I know all too well. However, I realize that being a shapeshifter I can change into a human at will. Already mentioned that if you hadn't picked that up, and none of that changing at the full moon stuff. This isn't a fairytale, and it does not have a happy ending. What I'm about to tell you, may not make any sense. It doesn't even to me, but I can promise you this. I will keep your world alive. It's my only purpose. Otherwise I'm just a giant fluff ball that stomps around and kills things... bad things. Right? Right. I think, at least, no one's ever told me different, and I just hope that you survive. I can tell things about people or anything for that matter, and you seem alright. Let's keep it that way, while I tell you what happened, to your world and how it almost died.
Chapter 1: The beginning, all of it.
There was a time that I was just a tiny white fluff ball that looked like a large lapdog to you. I was only a pup, the largest of all my brothers and sisters, and my mother could tell there was something about me, something unique. My power, or should I say powers. Are more than just unique.. they are just... crazy. My mother was a angel. Literally, she was the sweetest wolf you'd ever know. How she fell in love with someone like my father... Hell even I still don't know. I don't think she did either. Anyway my brother Hunter looked a lot like my dad, and even as a pup I didn't like it, not at all. However my little sister Aria, was sweet, I loved my little sister and could sense something in her spirit that made my tail wag.
