Mine.

We were forced to leave Melbourne, my home, due to some vicious attacks by animals, getting closer and closer to the suburb we resided in. But we knew these weren't any other animal, these were werewolves. And how did we know? We were werewolves too.

We weren't those dangerous, feral monsters that everyone had pictured us as. They were. We never killed anyone, they did. Those evil beasts came, like a plague and spread across the land, across our homeland and killed anything, everything that came in its path.

We were forced to move, out of Melbourne, out of Australia, to America. And little did I know, someone there, was going to claim me as his, and never let me go, he would save us from the beasts that followed us, from the beasts that tried to kill us.

My namely Savannah Rose, and this is my story.