So, let me get this straight. I was a human, then a wolf. During my first few days post that little transformation, I didn't want to be a wolf. Then I was happy being a wolf, and didn't want to think about being a human. Then I wanted to be a regular teen girl, and then I got my wish. Now I want to go back to being a wolf. Seriously? Even I had trouble following that. And it was about MY life! Yeesh. what goes on in my mind when i'm not paying attention?! I can't even begin to imagine, and that's saying something. I checked a newspaper lying over the face of a sleeping homeless person, and was relieved of the date. At least it was still 2017. I decided to make the most of my communication abilities, and asked a passer by where to find the nearest lake. They looked at me funny, but said twenty miles east. I ran there, and jumped in. I said the magic words and arrived in the same forest Accalia, Accacia, and Artemis lives. OH! I almost forgot about her new pack! They loved playing with my pups. Oh, my pups. I missed my family so much... I remembered to howl, and at least I got a response. 'Meet me in the forest by the tallest tree.' It said. So, of course I did. Half way there, I began picking up speed. Thinking in olde language, Latin. And the thing that kept coming back into my thoughts were... 'terra de illo anathemate'. Land of the cursed. oh, no. I knew where I was. dammit, NO!!!! Here I was. Standing in the one place I swore never to go. Not after what happened to my ancestors. No.
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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...
