I do not remember how it began. The only memories I have are ones of fear. Overwhelming, ever constant fear. It followed me with each step I took.
How many times has the moon called to me? When the beast rose inside me, it was the only time I could fight the fear. For one moment, I felt as though the strength could bring down everything that tormented me.
Until those crimson eyes began to glow.
I hadn't known at first that the beast inside me was something that was hated. There hadn't been time before everything had been turned upside down. But now I knew.
And that was why I was in trouble.