Prologue:
My heart pounded in my chest as I ran.
I grabbed hold of the wooden fruit stand pole and I pulled on it hard. My side sent sharp daggers of pain everywhere as I gasped for breath.
The fruit stand fell over, though there was nobody to yell at me for it. Rotten fruit splattered on the ground, my pursuer slipped on the mush and fell over. I felt something close to what my mother called 'hope'.
That was before he attacked me.
I glanced back to see the pale man stand up. I knew how fast his kind could go, he was toying with me, playing with his food before the kill. His scarlet eyes burned with rage as he seemed to vanish, my fate was sealed.
"You little bitch!" He spat in my face as he pinned me to a wall. All hope left me, I could only wish for death.
The man's scarlet eyes burned into my blue ones, his perfectly manicured fingernails brushed away the haggard dirty brown hair that grew past my eyes.
"I'm going to make your blood burn." He said as he grinned.
Fangs descended from his lips and he leaned closer to my neck. Then, like a gift from a long forgotten God, a heart-chilling howl filled the night. My heart raced.
"Do you really want to waste your time killing me?" I asked, "You could run and leave me, I'd rather die than become like you."
The man seemed hesitant, but he released me and vanished. I fell to the side and closed my eyes.
"Fate, deliver me." I whispered as heavy footsteps came toward me. I felt something soft and fluffy brush my cheek as a rough hand grabbed me by the shoulder.
"Do not give up yet, Human." I opened my eyes and relaxed. I let out a laugh as the giant Beast lifted me up.
I would live another day, I knew this to be true.
I felt myself fly over miles as the Beast carried me, I began to drift off into sleep and dreamt of Marik, my little brother. He had been bitten when he was ten, so he would either be drinking blood or be dead.
I hoped for the latter.
My dreams soon became nightmares. Creatures stalked me in the darkness of a corridor. More running that was all I had known in my short life.
I awoke to something cold being rested on my brow. Two points of yellow looked upon me from above, my heart raced and I forced myself not to scream.
"You werrre having bad drrrrreams." A voice growled.
Werewolves weren't known for their ability to speak perfectly, this was a surprise for me.
"You can speak?" I asked.
"Yes, I can." There was a soft flash of light as a match was struck.
The Werewolf was even more frightening to see in the light. Its fangs escaped its lips and its yellow eyes leered into mine.
"Was it you who saved me?" I asked.
"No. It was Alpha." The Werewolf's left ear twitched. "He calls."
The Werewolf left the room, left it in darkness. I stood up and felt for the door. Eventually, I found it and opened it.
Moonlight filled the room as I stepped out. The full moon hung in the sky like a bright beacon. A warm breeze brought new smells to me. They were warm and filled with something familiar.
I walked through the city toward the odors. It began to grow hot, my clothes felt tighter than ever. Something was wrong with me.
I fell to the ground and felt a wave of pain overcome me, my body began to change. My face grew out and I felt fangs push out, I felt my nails grow into claws.
