I scream, running down stairs hopping to stop my fathers pointless killing... but a bang from outside stops me in my tracks. I'm too late...
I run as far away as posible, noting how fast I'm going. The earthy smells... and a hint of blood. I look down just to see a pit, my sisters body impaled of stakes of wood.
I wake up moments later, and I realized I was a mess of blood and... matted fur. I look at my hands, but all I see is furry paws. I try to stand, but I topple over. I am a wolf... I couldn't do a thing about it.
I try to call for help, but only a howl escapes my mouth. I look around, and all I see is stone walls and Iron prison bars.
"you've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" a shadowy siloet asks.
