The Winged Wolf

Prologue

Allie, at the age of four, woke up with a strange pain in her back, but she thought nothing of it. As she went into the bathroom, however, the pain worsened, causing her to run to the mirror to see what had happened. What she found was a pair of blue and black feathered wings. They sat comfortably on her back, and she could still move her arms. She first jumped back in shock of the wings but soon moved closer to the mirror to get a better look. The feathers were shining in the dim light of the room, and the dark blue and black made for a great combination. Realizing what she should be doing, she ran out of the room to tell her parents. As she ran up to them, she yelled, "MOM, DAD, I FINALLY GOT MY QUIRK!"

Her dad grinned from ear to ear and exclaimed, "That's great! It looks like you have your mom's quirk!"

Her mom beamed, "Absolutely wonderful, sweetie! You know what, why don't we go out for ice-cream to celebrate?"

Allie nodded excitedly and took her dad's hand as they gathered their things and headed out. Once at the ice-cream parlor, Allie's mom looked at her tentatively. "Pick whatever flavor you'd like. Today is your special day. I remember the day I got my quirk, my parents were overjoyed..."

She trailed off, realizing that her daughter wasn't really interested. Allie had her hands and face pressed against the glass barrier between her and over a dozen flavors of ice-cream. With her dad's help, she finally decided on strawberry, her favorite flavor. They sat down after both parents chose flavors for themselves. The trio sat and ate while talking to each other about her school and many other things. Once they finished up, they went home, tired from the exciting day.

"Uh oh, looks like someone's tired," Allie's mom said to her father as the four-year-old fell asleep in the back seat.

Her father muttered back, "She should take a nap when we get home." They drove quietly the rest of the way, taking care not to wake the child in the back seat.

As they walked back into the house, Allie's father sat her into her bed and softly tucked the covers over her. She woke up soon enough, but only because she had more pains. She walked out to her parents, thinking it was only her wings again. Her parent's reaction, though, was what shocked her. As she walked out, her dad saw her first.

        "Good morning! Did you slee- wait, what?" her father questioned after he had cut himself off. A small pair of grey wolf ears sat on top of her head, and a small, white-tipped tail came from her lower back, near her tailbone.

        "B-but I thought the w-wings were your quirk... A p-person can't have two quirks, can they?" He looked at his wife, wondering what was happening with his daughter.

        She knew her father could be over-dramatic, but this seemed to really worry him. Her parents took her to the doctors to be examined.

        "Well, she seems to have a rare occurrence in her genes. The quirks want to mix, but they can't find a way to, causing her to have two separate quirks."

        While her mother seemed happy with this, her father appeared almost disgusted. Once they got home, her father seemed angry with her.

        "WHY CAN'T YOU BE LIKE EVERY OTHER KID!? ONE QUIRK AND ONE QUIRK ONLY, EVEN BEING QUIRKLESS WOULD BE BETTER THAN THIS!" Her father screamed at the top of his lungs at her, causing the small child to cry.

        "I DON'T EVEN WANT YOU ANYMORE. YOU HAVE TWO DAYS TO PACK ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TAKE WITH YOU, THEN YOU'RE OUTTA HERE!" Her dad continued to scream at her until she left, practically sobbing.

        Her mother entered her room later, and said, "Before you have to go, I will teach you how to fly, just like me, OK?" The child simply nodded, and they left the house, avoiding her father in the process. Once they got to the park, Allie was taught the basics of flying and practised until she could fly on her own.

        A couple of days passed, and it is time for her to leave. Before she leaves, her mother gives her a box.

        "Don't open it until you get where you're going, OK?"

        You promise her that, at least.

        You finally stop in an alleyway far from your house, and you open the box. Inside are a ten-dollar bill and a pair of dark, blue bells. You hang the bells on your ears and pocket the money, you may need it later, after all.