I sort of...got bored with my other story, I know I'll finish it, just not now. In the mean time, I'm going with my spark of inspiration (hopefully not as short lived) that keeps parading around in my head screaming "Write me!".

I've recently gotten my hands on all the books with werewolves in them, as many as I can. So, as of now, my computer desk is covered with them. I think you've gotten the point so far.

Well here goes nothing.

Pronuciation- Kurosu...ka-ROO-so

Prologue:

Encounters

The world was covered in darkness. The moon had swelled like a seven-month belly, edging further to being full. But with darkness, came danger. Danger that a nine year-old girl should never see. So it would seem.

Unless you're a part of it.

The side walk was rough under my feet, I'd run them nigh to ribbons the day before. I gazed up at the streetlight as I passed under it, in the process catching the silhouette of someone looking out the window at me as I walked down the street.

"Dear, are you alright?" I tottered a few steps into the street at the sudden shout. "Do you need a place to stay?"

"N-no," I replied. I waved idly at the woman who had shouted. "'M f-fine." I waited until she retreated before crossing to the darker side of the street. Humming absent-mindedly, I pressed my tricorner hat over my eyes and hurried down the alleyway between the old warehouses. A maze, I thought contentedly. I always enjoyed doing mazes in the colouring books Aunt Esme bought me.

"Not so tough, are you, werewolf?" someone cackled. I froze and looked around. No, no, they weren't talking to me.

"Watch it, he might bite!" a girl giggled. There was the horrible sound of flesh hitting flesh. I gave an involuntary shake, reached for my pocket knife, flipped out the blade, and threw it. The metal whirled through the air and burrowed into the dirt. There was a pause.

There was a cold laugh. "Morgan. Morgan, show yourself!" I debated a bit, swaying subtly. I tossed off my hat, and marched down the alleyway. I stopped, shooting them all a golden glare before allowing a malicious smile to cross my lips. My eyes flicked once to the bruised and bleeding boy staring at me with a widened gaze. "Kurosu Morgan."

"Hello, meat," I growled, licking my lips. "You do know how dangerous it is to be out alone? Lest of all in place like Dufftown?" I retrieved my pocket knife and snapped it shut.

"Go home, little girl," the oldest said, a boy of sixteen. "Go back to were you came from, werewolf."

I felt my eyes flash yellow and the girl gasped. The bleeding boy looked curious...and vaguely familiar. "Why? Why can't I join the fun?"

"Six against one doesn't seem so fair, bitch."

"You know the truth of your words, I'll give you that." I pursed my lips and piped a thin howl.

The young man's grin faltered. "What are you doing, werewolf?" he demanded.

"Evening the odds," I said before giving a laugh that was more or less a bark. There was a chorus of five howls quickly followed by harsh cackles. Footsteps echoed on the metal roofs of the warehouses and softly dieing laughter. One by one, the Five showed up, each bearing wide grins and looking considerably scruffier than usual.

"Evening, cousin," Lucien said, dropping from the nearest warehouse and giving me a small bow. I rolled my eyes as her turned to the group. "Meat." The rest of the Five joined him, grins widening, knuckles cracking, nails and teeth lengthening.

I know what you're thinking. How can six nine year-olds take on six people ranging from sixteen to ten, and save a bruised and bleeding boy from bruising and bleeding further?

Honestly?

I don't know. I haven't gotten that far.

Life's complicated.

Distracted by the Fortunate Five's arrival, the group of meat advanced on them and I slipped around them. My hair fell in my face and I watched sections lighten and darken until it was the gold brindle of my wolf-skin, an attempt to keep myself from panicking further. I gave one last glance at the meat before helping the boy to his feet and leading him away.

"You alright?" I asked once we had gotten a safe distance.

"Yeah," he said weakly. I turned my tawny-gold gaze to his wounds and tutted softly. He winced a bit every few steps.

"Just a bit more," I told him before pausing. "Got a name?"

"Remus Lupin."

I just about flinched. Remus Lupin was the name of the boy that G-Paw bit. I nipped my lip and huffed. "Really, now?"

"What?"

"You were bit by Fenrir Greyback," I mumbled, completely separated from my stutter.

"You know him?"

"Grandfather." I shook my head, whipping my brindle hair around. "Don't judge me." A silence settled over us as I walked up the driveway and began banging on the door. "Mum!" I shouted, not caring who I woke up. I saw a light flicker upstairs. "Mumsy, open up! Pa, c'mon! Open!" I tugged at the door handle a few times. "Open the door! Please?" I added quickly. The door flew open, except it wasn't Mumsy or Pa.

It was G-Paw.

Streaked in blood and grinning.