Howl at me

In a similar time to our very own, lives a girl of seventeen.
Her name is Max, for some unknown reason she is able to perform tasks that no other person she has ever met can. She can do magic... She struggles so much with the deaths of her parents, there absence hits her in the heart after every time she awakes. To even think that it was her very own birth parents that passed this down through their genes , with their evil and selfish lifestyle. This her makes her ever more nervous to not become like them but she must control her magic before it controls her.
With emotions as erratic as her own can she..? It's almost as if she has a muscle that no exercise can calm. Between her magic, her love of the forest and the loving but sullen aunt with whom she now must live she begins to pull away even from the man she almost feels a brotherly bond to but does he want more? That is until she is saved by a pack of wolves and she falls into a word that is different, much larger and mysterious than her own. The turmoil that now fills her heart and head allow her a small slice of normality, even if that is with beasts she grew to believe were evil. But then again she also grew to believe she was hells own spawn herself. Will she ever believe she is not a monster, even as they prove they are not one's themselves.

She is one spectacular and strong individual who has survived with nothing, gained something and lost everything!