She stood there, fire in her eyes and her fists clenched so tightly she thought she might break the bones in her fingers. Before her stood elderly men, staring at her in shock. She was here to prove a point and they were going to listen, whether they wanted to or not. One man rolled forward, a frown etched upon his face as he stared at her and her form. She was breathing heavily, resisting the urge to go after each of them for the stigma placed upon her ancestors.

"If what you say is true, show us." The man in the wheelchair looked hopeful in his doubt. He wanted to doubt what she was saying, what she spoke of, and she felt her body tremble and her fiery hazel eyes grew tight into a glare.

"I do not want to come here on harsh terms." She spoke evenly as she tried to control the anger within her. The man in the wheelchair seemed relieved as he rolled his shoulders.

"Still, if what you say is true, show us." She froze at his words and nodded. In a rush of heat she was changed, standing proud and tall in front of each and every one of them. They looked to her with wide eyes. She was speaking the truth and she had meant every word of what she said.

Now she just hoped none of them tried to kill her.

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Yup, another story, which will have more chapters and be a bit more serious than Wolfkin was. If you haven't noticed, I enjoy making non-human OCs, which I apologize if bothersome. YES, this is in third person. I tried first person and I'm not too confident in my skills, so I'll be using third person for this story.