Prologue
She saw a wolf. She knew she had seen one. Not that she had expected anybody to believe her. Well, that's not entirely true. Originally, she had expected the other witnesses to testify along with her. But when she'd become the only one to be brought back from the scene of the crime raving mad, she knew where her destiny lie.
On her ward, most days were pretty quiet, unlike the men's ward, which was always noisy. The sanatorium was a nice home. Though most did not like to admit it. It was quiet, all of her needs were met, and there was a lot to keep her occupied. She gathered that most didn't like their freedom taken away from them. But if they stayed quiet and nonviolent, they would have more freedoms.
She had even found herself a job, delivering food on the men's ward. Of course she had to wear on of those wretched metal cages over her head, however she didn't mind. As like most women in her early twenties, she enjoyed seeing her choices in men.
As soon as her dear fiancé Christopher heard the news about her institutionalization, he had left all hopes of marriage and abandoned her, just as her family had. She hadn't heard a word from them since the incident, all of those couple of years ago.
She had come from a small town on the boarder of Scotland. But she was not simple. She was beautiful, feisty, and kind to all people. Perhaps that is why she didn't mind being institutionalized as much as others would.
All in all, she had a generally pleasant time at the institution. And as long as she kept up her story, she could remain in the care of Dr. Seward, and live a happy life. The only problem was that only one life suffered her. Her romantic life. Most of the men are so affixed on their insanity, that they had no time or place for a woman in their lie. But she kept her chin up and hoped for the best. She knew that god would answer her prayers someday.
