Her Doom

I pushed the giant wood doors. I crossed the dirt road into the forest. The dark clouds above were about to let the tears of the sky's fall. I could hear the forest and fairies whispering. Nature talking to both the wolf part of me and the fairy part.
"She is doomed," Said the hidden fairies.
"She is doomed," said the trees.
"He is the most brutal of them all," the said together.
My lungs burned, my feet slushed in the mud. Looking for refuge. I knew the fairs were at odd with the werewolves at the moments and that the hidden ones would not save me even if I was part one of them.