She needed to get away. Go someplace where she wouldn't hurt anyone. If she wasn't careful, she could lose her temper and hurt someone, badly. Moro decided that she would leave in the darkness of the night, that way no one would have the opportunity to stop her. She quietly crept down the staircase and out the door.
Being what she was, she didn't need any belongings. She would only be gone a couple weeks, just to gain control of her ability to phase into a wolf. But this was not just a regular sized wolf, no; this wolf was the size of a Clydesdale horse. How she managed to find out that she could do this without anyone being around when she did, was an absolute miracle. Her family would think she was freak. They wouldn't say it though; they would be too busy running in the other direction.
As Moro ran past the lake and into the woods of the Appalachian Mountains, she turned around to look at her house one last time. She didn't know why, but she had a feeling this would be the last time she'd see it. She would do her best to make it back without worrying them too much.
Once she was sure she was far enough into the woods, the heat inside her started growing. She took a deep breath, but with that breath came a very low, deep growl. Her body started shaking. A shudder rippled through her body, along her shoulders and down her spine.
Moro shook her head, as though she was trying to concentrate. The girl fell forward and halfway to the forest floor there was a sound of clothes tearing. Moro exploded. The wolf that now stood in place of the human was more than three times her size.
As a wolf, all of her senses were heightened by 100%. In case she needed to, she could smell people or creatures coming for miles. Whether they were female or male, heavey set, or thin, threatening or not. But even as a human, her hearing was by far better than any average person. She could be on the fourth floor of a building and hear a conversation on the third floor, clear as day. She could also smell different people on other peoples clothes. Her younger brother thought this annoying, especially coming in from keg parties in the woods.
He was the only one who knew what she was and what she could do. Althought he knew this, she did not tell him she was going to be away for a few weeks. Kiefer would follow her. As far as the girl knew, he wasn't a mutant. But what did she know, Moro never met another mutant. She only heard of them on the news, always interested to meet one one day and here she was. Moro was one of the them. If only she could find the people she saw on tv, it would make the lonely mutants life much easier.
The black wolf started to run at a sprinting pace. She needed to find a place to sleep for the day. She needed to practice keeping control at night so she wouldn't have problem with running from hunters, despite her heightened senses. As she ran, she saw up ahead about three acres, a cave that looked nice enough to curl up in.
Moro lingered in the entrance of the cave, "I should check ahead of time for inhabitants of the cave. Just in case," she thought. Dropping her muzzle to the ground, she caught wind of something she never smelled before. "I've only ever been a wolf a few times before, but even then I would have picked this up before. It smells like a man AND feral. But that's not possible; I'm the only mutant of my kind. At least, I thought I was."
The smell she picked up was about a mile and a half away, so she considered herself safe for the time being. She continued to enter the cave as the sun was beginning to come up. "Better get some sleep during the day," she thought to herself, "I have a lot of things to work on starting tomorrow." Moro was still unaware of a lot of what this other part of herself could do. She needed to start making mental notes what abilities she had, what effects her and what does not. And in case she needs to, she also needed to start hunting. Considering she was going to be feral for awhile, she needed to learn how to defend herself this way.
As the sun came up, the black wolf deep into the cave drifted asleep. Little did it know what lied in the night ahead.