After meeting Mateo and the rest of the pack, I headed home the long way through the woods. I climbed over rotting trees, jumped over large gaps in the ground, and fought off little animals wanting to get me out of their territory. My senses and survival instincts were already sharpened keeping me alert. I even attacked a poor, helpless white hare. Not like me at all, because usually I love animals, and I am always ready to help an animal in need. I can't even begin to imagine all the animals I will eventually kill in order to stay alive. About halfway into my driveway, I turned into my new self and forced myself to turn around and head back into the woods, my new home. I love the woods, always have always will, but I know the hardest part of this will be leaving the house I grew up in and not being able to see my family. I can't turn back, and I am certain that their was a meaning for me to be a wolf other than to kill animals. I was determined to find out what it was, even if it took me a lifetime trying. My wolf mind kept telling me to find a few wolves weaker than me to be their leader, and dig out a den. I can't wait till i'm more experienced.
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The Silvermoon Hunt Pack and our ways
WerewolfThe girl was what you could call an average 16 year old with a hard life, trying to make the most of it. Until one peculiar night out in the dark woods caught her off guard... I want to try and tell a story with ups and downs, and how family sticks...
