Chapter 1/Prologue

My mother had always said I would get into trouble without her.

I guess she was right at some point. And I had a lot of time to think about what happened in the last 6 months, while I hid on a cargo in my wolf form.

But let's begin at the start.

My name is Nea, short for Linnea. I'm 15 and a werewolf.

I was Changed to be a werewolf 6 months ago. Well, bitten before that but the Change wasn't completed until next month, when Mother Moon called.

I was walking from the movies with my friends (I might add, at full moon) when a werewolf (although I thought it was "something" then) attacked us.

I've always been a bit protective over persons I loved and cared about and I held of the beast while my friends ran. I wanted, above everything, for them to have a chance. I was bitten, or mangled really, but my attacker was shot by the cops that drove by. They took out his spinal cord with several bullets.

I healed quickly, even for me, and next month, while I taking my dig for a long evening walk, I Changed.

I won't get into that. It was nothing nice, still isn't.

Since I was a BIG fan of different sorts of fantasy and stuff, I saved myself the aspect of denial. It was useless anyway.

I stayed in my wolf form for over a month. It made me understand and learn to cooperate with Sister Wolf. It wasn't very hard, and we came to an agreement pretty soon.

After that I stuck around in Sweden, my home, some time, making it seem I ran away from home. When I made sure about that, I changed permanently to a wolf.

I decided after some time, I would go to the USA. It was my choice, since in all the books and stories, there were nicer and somehow more civilized wolves there. Since I didn't know anyone with a personal experience, I decided to try it out.

It took me 2 months to get past the airport security in London in my wolf form and to hop on a cargo of a plane plying to the States.

I thought about my family and stuff while I flew, trying to distract me from the roaring engines that were threatening to make me deaf.

I think they'll be mostly relieved I left. I never had a good connection with my mother or either of my sisters. I think that the persons that will miss me the most will be my friends. And perhaps some of my teachers.

I was an excellent student. Literally, perfect grades and almost all of my teachers adored me. Well, at least the ones that weren't prejudiced against me and my looks.

You could say, if you wanted to be gentle, that I stuck out from the crowd.

I had short red (truly red, like fireman red) hair and the most of my wardrobe ware entirely black clothes. I also kind of abused black eyeliner. And to be entirely honest, an occasional razor blade. But don't ask.

When I landed in Miami (it was either this or Anchorage, Alaska) as soon as the cargo opened, I grabbed my backpack in my jaws and jumped out. I had the element of surprise on my side which made it extremely easy to run.

I ran to the edges of city and finally found a small house, which was apparently empty for some time now according to the smell.

Fully-Clothed and sitting on the bed, I thought what to do. I wanted to find some other werewolves and so, but it's not like you can check the nearest phone book and find their number.

I decided to go to the store and grab some necessary products. And in the store, while I couldn't decide which cheese to pick (I'm picky like hell), I smelled werewolf.

I recognized the smell right away. It was the same undertone my smell had, and the same I smelled afterwards on the clothes, I had the day I was attacked. It was the smell I came looking for. And what did I do? I panicked. Panicked and ran.

I left my cart and just ran out. When outside, I quickly Changed in some bushes and with the backpack in my muzzle I ran, as fast I could, just straight ahead.

7 days later, I was in Washington, the state, not the city. At least I was told so by a stranger on a street the last time I checked.

Right now, it was full moon and I was hidden in a cave somewhere in Washington, exhausted like hell from running. Mostly I ran, ran and occasionally hunted and to be honest I didn't have time to sleep. I don't know why I didn't stop or so, simply ran. Now I was totally worn out, beat, dog-tired, call it what you want. I really wanted to sleep but Sister Wolf insisted we stayed awake.

Almost always, we were in perfect harmony (I've always been quite predatory) but now we just fought. We both were exhausted, both aware of the danger of the full moon but neither of us slept in the latest week. She thought we should wait out another couple of hours but I was too tired.

At least, I won. We fell asleep in the wolf form.

It turned out I should have listened to my Sister.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

I shall update as soon as possible, I'm sick so you shouldn't have to wait long. Comments help though!

// Martyyna