Death.. that how my story beguins.. my life ended but you shall find that out later for now all you need to know is my name, Rosaline Red, I am 16 in fact its my birthday today.
I am moving in with my mums long lost sister to england, scared no, nervous no, im numb, totally numb inside and out with this frail smile painted on.
When we got to the village I looked around it was beautiful,the house in which I was supposed to stay in a warm grey with a path leading up to the front door roses interwined it was a perfect picture shame that i couldnt stick around too long.
My Aunt was beautiful she looked exactly like my mother but her eyes were slightly more purple, the same heart shaped face, petite body, warm smile.
My Aunt was a widow lost her husband to cancer 6 years ago, she know how it is to lose the most important people in your life, the pain sorrow, hate and grief.
The most important thing is im a werewolf, yeah you heard right! I changed after my parents death the extreme pain, every bone breaking all alone in the forrest just behind the house which I lived in all my life the house my parents were murdered while I was a school.
