The Wendigos

Prologue

IVY ETHELBERTA'S POV-

I was running, running past the tall and dense ebony trees, passing through the god-made bowers, jumping over the narrow creek, landing down on my feet, running again, past the green bushes, and  outrunning the fastest foxes.

I sniffed in the sweet scent of wild flowers and herbs, never stopping to cherish one.

The woods were running past me in the opposite direction.

It was a race and i had to win. But that did not stop me from noticing my curious audience as i passed each of them super speedily - the big-eyed toad resting on a barren tree's gnarl, a colony of ants fearing i might step over them,  a caterpillar climbing up a shrub among all the other mesmerised creatures.

Looks like I wasn't the only one who was surprised at what i had become and what i could do.

I skidded to a halt, on my forelimbs as i neared a tall tree with a red mark embarked on it. That was the finishing point.

He had already reached.

Obviously, what was i thinking? That i could outrun him?

I growled at the black creature in front of me.

Growled. Creature.

I laughed at my choice of words, in my mind at least as my new four- legged dog-like huge body had no feature of a smile. Growling was all i could manage to do.

But it was queer how each growl seemed different. I mean, i had different growls for different moods.

It growled back at me, clearly seeming like smirking.

See, every growl is different. Almost like speaking.

Unlike him, i was tiny. Also, i had white fur and not black like his.

Thank God.

Even though i had lost the race, a sense of serenity dawned on me. The thrill, the rush was something i had never experienced before.

Thanks to my super powerful senses now, i could have real "fun" - a term alien to me before i had changed.

Changed into a Wendigo.