Dirty Paws

Samantha Ivins.

The name is Samantha Ivins. I'm what you would call a soul shifter. Except, over two hundred and twenty years ago I died. I became a wolf spirit, pure white with a single blood red diamond on my chest. I am forever stuck in my twenty year old body, flesh and bones included. You can touch me, or when I'm a wolf and you'll feel me. My kind is nearly extinct.

Back in another time, I had a family. I had a mother and a father, two older brothers and one baby sister. I still remember the day I was attacked, awakening the soul shifter inside me.

I was walking home from my grandmother's, a crazy mistake seeing it was past curfew and by the woods. Remind you of the fairy tale Little Red Riding hood? A dark figure came out, snatching me from the trail and threw me to the ground. He ended up shifting, a dark cloud of black circles around him and a creature I hadn't seen since stood before me. He lunged, attacked me and left me to fight for my life.

Barely conscious, I made my way home. I was left with the constant ache, pain and agony. Ten doctors came to me, all saying I would live I was just experiencing a fever. I could barely talk, my muscles ached and burned with the littlest of movements.

After a few weeks, I woke up to being perfectly fine. Over joyed, and bouncing all over the walls. Enjoying my second chance. Three months later, on my 20th birthday to be exact, I got angry. My father slapped me for being five minutes late at dinner, and embarrassed me.

I felt something inside snap, and sparks lit up my body and left me on all fours. All white fur, and long white canine teeth. My father flipped out, and dove for the rifle. Cocking it, he shot at me. Straight into the chest, and crimson went through my fur. Puncturing my heart, I had died that night.

Some how I woke up, alive. With the crimson diamond on my chest. A constant reminder of how much of a monster I was to my family, and they left me. Moved away, and I couldn't find them ever again.

Over the years I learned to control my impulses, gain the momentum of shifting, and find why I was what I was. And now in the present time, I created my own pack. The SpiritRiders. A mixture of vampires, wolves, birds and some felines. I created my own system rankings, and I rose up to be the mate less alpha female. It was a comfortable, and perfectly fine with me.