"In her youth, May was an unholy predator in the darkest recesses of the forest. She would spin her spells of lust and deceit, enticing weary travellers toward her secret haunts where she often had her way with them till they were little more than ravaged husks, former shells of the men they had once been, left abandoned to fates more often a cruel and twisted ending. Those few who managed to survive an encounter with her usually owed their lives to Alaina's children prowling after the witch's intoxicating scent, for even a travelling bard knows there are still many unknown horrors where she lounges and lurks. Even the druids here are fearful of them, yet as for May one could say she remains the only creature the horrors themselves truly fear. Ironic that they would still fear her even to this day despite the knowledge that her natural sight has been lost since the day she learnt everlasting humility, replaced with something far darker. Still, perhaps this is why Alaina is merciful to the ageless nymph, for who else would keep the horrors at bay when her children, few and far between, rarely venture beyond where the sunlight knows it cannot ever hope to touch? Strange that if one should meet her nowadays, they see her as an ally and not what she once was. Oh how some moments in time can change even souls lost to sin's delicious and far too tempting embrace..."

Humor tinted the speakers voice as they trailed off, looking out into the distance. It had been a good few thousand years since the one known as May had been referred to by that name. Shaking their head enough that tendrils of starlight fluttered out from the ponytail they had been restricted back, the reader signed. Gleaming silver hues gazing out into the approaching darkness, as dusk claimed the land once again. Suddenly with an undignified snort of laughter the reader shut the book held in her lap. "Bloody idiots is what those authors are.. And they always have been."

For the most part, the petite female who sat in the oversized ebony rocking chair, had been speaking to herself. Having had no company for the past few years, she'd resorted to keeping herself entertained by speaking out loud, just to remind herself of what her own voice still sounded like, and that she could still indeed speak.

May had become Angel in the last turn of the century, and dear reader she was no nymph, though some would still dispute her origins, this happened mostly around the fae. No, she was a werewolf and to her knowledge the eldest one still in existence. Yes, she had magic at her disposal but it was not that of a witch's ilk, it was something far more natural that did not require any form of sacrifice.

Her last bonds tying her to another being such as herself had disappeared, not long after she'd managed to settle within the surrounding solitude and snow her new home brought. She'd felt the last bonds from her pack rip away painfully during the spring that had just passed, as her alpha and longtime friend Marius had finally succumbed to the madness of age that eventually claimed most dominant wolves, at least the ones she'd known of had all died of similar causes. His loss had been the most painful, compared to the others as he'd been her closest companion since her awakening as an omega wolf.

Omega, had been what he'd called her. A werewolf with the ability to calm any raging dominant or mad wolf within their presence, granted they had peace to share with those that needed it. She hadn't been the first omega in her pack, Mar had been the first, and surprisingly a very good teacher. However, it hadn't been long after her first full moon she'd felt something darker within herself awaken, as the moon reacher her zenith. The seething rage that had given birth the the fable she'd been reading had reared it head while she'd still been just a pup by werewolf standards. They had said it wasn't possible to have a duel dominance within one being such as herself, they had been so horribly wrong. Yes, she was an omega, but the beast that had lurked just underneath her skin had been something else as well. A few years later, the name berserker would be the name gifted to what represented the mindless rage and bloodlust. It had taken her just under two hundred years to gain full control over her darker side, yet by that time, the damage had already been done, the fable had been written by the one lone survivor that had managed to escape her seething bloodlust.

Yet as with all stories, over time it had morphed and shifted into something not completely accurate. Shaking her head once again, the starlight haired female stood from her chair, tapped her bare foot lightly on the wood underneath her feet before retreating inside off the porch to find something to eat. The book of fairy tails still grasped lightly in her hands.

Packless was something of a strange concept, the loneliness was indescribable. Not for the first time, she wondered how lone wolves managed such an existence by choice. She'd moved some years ago to a small little patch of land consisting of 200 acres within the mountains of Montana, just shy of a small town called Aspen creek. She'd grinned deviously at the knowledge of going undetected for so long within another alpha's territory, even with the blessing from her own alpha to state her seemingly endless wanderlust. It had and still was a dangerous game to play, as she'd come across werewolf tracks just shy of her quaint little cabin a few days ago. The tracks themselves had caused a bout of hysterical laughter to escape from her rose tinted lips as she'd catalogued the scent of the wolf that had left them behind. The sharp stab of loneliness that had hit her had almost caused her to howl in longing up towards the sky, just to see if another would answer her mournful call. Yet, it had come out as laughter, much to her torment and delight.

As lonely as she was, here surround by trees and snow it was peaceful.

Shaking her head, she shoved her thoughts and the feeling of loneliness to the back of her mind as she slowly stripped out of her clothes. Having found nothing of interest in her cupboards or the freezer, she'd decided to go hunting. The feeling of restlessness, had finally become unbearable, stirring her other half to the forefront of her mind. Now instead of a quiet night in, close to the full moon, she'd go hunting to state her hunger for both food and wanderlust.

Shifting from one form to another had not been such an arduous task as she'd seen with her other pack mates, taking no longer than a breath from one form to the next. Her old alpha had claimed she was an anomaly in more than one ways among those of her kin.

However as fast as it was, it still bloody hurt.

Grumbling to herself, she shook off the last pains of her change as if shaking off water from her fur. As a wolf, she'd been called beautiful on more than one occasion by those hat had seen her in her full glory. Smaller than an average werewolf, her fur was a glossy snow white unmarred by any blemishes until you came to her paws. Her paws looked as if they'd been dipped in pure darkness, the jet black fur coming just up high enough to cover below her ankles before blending in seamlessly with the rest of her white fur. Similarly the tips of her tail and ears looked as if they had received a similar dip into darkness standing out distinctively against both the snow soon to be under her feet and the rest of her form. Uncommonly her hues had turned to deep sapphire, flecks of silver swimming within the liquid pools as she gazed over towards the door. Within moments she was out the doggy door she'd installed apon purchase of her home, barreling out into the snow that lay just beyond her front porch without a single care in the world much like the pup she had been during her first few runs as a werewolf.

Not long after however she began her hunt for dinner.

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Greetings fellow reader~

I'm not dead.. At least I don't think I am. I do apologize from my absence but what can I say? I'm a lazy writer and up until recently I've had writers block on my two other lovely stories.

As of now I will start working on a few new chapters in hopes that I can actually remember the plot I had for them, if not I'll just see where the story takes me.

As per the usual if you find any glaring mistakes be they spelling or grammar my PMs are open if you'd like to let me know so I can fix them .. As unfortunately I am still human and I may not have found them all during my previous read through.

Having said that, feel free to leave behind a review as I'd love to know your thoughts.

Until next time~

-M