Midnight Howls

Highest in ranking in Werewolf:
#245 September 10th, 2017.
Highest ranking in Greek Mythology
#168 June 13th, 2018.

*UNDER EDITS

She had just escaped from the fire, it was dark and cold, she couldn't see a thing, but she couldn't stop running. They'd catch her and kill her. Then she ran onto ice. She fell as a cracking sound filled the quiet night air. She took her last breath and fell into the cold winter night waters...

50 Years Later

I woke up, wheezing for air. I was in complete darkness. My throat hurt to much to yell out. My whole body was aching and I was shivering from the cold air. Suddenly I felt something soft rub against my body. I was scared. But I didn't feel like hiding, I felt like attacking. Which was odd. When I was scared I had always wanted to hide and cower. But out of no where I snarled.

"You're awake, good. I am Accalia. I found your body along the river. I knew you were dead but I wasn't going to leave you. So now your here." The voice said. I didn't understand. If I was dead, how was I here? As if the voice could read my mind it answered. "I am a wolf. And true wolves can do things. Powerful things. You are now a wolf. A wolf pup, but you are still alive. I thought that was better then being dead."

She was brought back for a reason. A reason that will change everything, every wolf will bow down to her. Even the Moon Goddess will. That's when everything changes...