Author's Note (IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ!): This story has mentions of near rape. If this may bother you, please DO NOT read this story. I don't want to make anyone upset. There also may be some swearing on occasion. If this will bother you, please avoid reading the story. Thank you. Now, if there's anyone left willing to read this, please leave a review and let me know what you think. The names for the characters you do not recognize come from http:/ /hasani. net. phtemp. com/ celestial .html Just take the spaces out. The names are on there, along with their meanings.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any characters that you recognize. I do not own any settings you recognize, I do not own any games you recognize. If you recognize it, it belongs to J.K. Rowling, last that I knew. What I do know, is that it IS NOT MINE! I also do NOT own the names or their meanings. I do NOT own the website they came from either.
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Prologue
The 16 year old girl hurried away from the graveyard, realizing that she had spent far too much time decorating the plot where the body of her favorite teacher was buried. It was nighttime, and there was a full moon to light her path, but that did not ease her worries in the slightest. She was finally in sight of the school when someone grabbed her, two masked men. She kicked and tried to scream, but one of the man had his hand over her mouth. She kept struggling against every movement that either of the men made, recognizing that not doing so was an awful idea that would result in her ruin. The men had managed to wrestle her onto the forest floor, and the one who wasn't holding her had started to slide his hand up her leg, which was thankfully covered by her jeans. If the man had his way, the jeans wouldn't be protecting her for much longer. She kept struggling, grateful that her mother's family had a legendary stubborn streak, as well as a vicious temper. The temper hadn't been passed down to her at its fullest strength, but she had enough to keep fighting. The man in front of her had reached the waistband of her jeans and was about to unbutton them when all three heard a growl that made the hairs on their necks stand up. The one holding her turned in shock, then let go and ran back towards the castle when he saw what it was. The man in front of her hadn't let go of her yet, but that soon changed as the werewolf leaped towards them, snarling. He ran for it, and the girl shut her eyes.
So tired...I don't have it in me to fight anymore. At least I will die knowing that I remained as pure as I chose to be...
With that last thought, she let herself fall asleep, not really caring whether she woke up ever again.
The werewolf sniffed at her curiously, then curled up beside her, only to have her snuggle in towards its warmth. It kept watch over her for hours, fleeing just a few hours before the sun began to rise.