Dawn

Growing up, I was different, I could smell things others couldn't, hear things others couldn't, and taste things others couldnt. I lived with my mamah, although she wasn't my real mother. I thought of her as mine. What's stranger is that, I've always had this voice in my head, not to sound crazy... Maybe I am, but it talks to me, it's like another being is inside me, and whenever I think of her, she takes the shape of a wolf in my mind, but not a regular wolf, a huge wolf, with shimmering fur that's like the reflection of the moon, white but with the metallic shein of blue and purple, sometimes she tells me stories, of how packs of werewolves roam through the world, they find their mates, and some are wild, known as rogues. She tells me her name is Aurora.