Reader: You retard, stop making new stories and focus on finishing your others!

Me: But I like this one!

Reader: So you don't like your others?

Me: ...

Reader: Yeah, EXACTLY.

Me: Shut up, I'm posting it anyways. MUAHAHA.

Reader: You must not have a life...

Me: ...Harsh...

Her hair was a rich golden color, almost white in the sun. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain - like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright, emerald - green and seemed to brighten the world. A straight nose, full lips - she seemed to be the picture of perfection. But did perfection phase into a giant, horse sized wolf?

I didn't think so.

She hated what had happened to her, she couldn't understand why fate had be so undeniably cruel. She had been a good girl, she got straight A's, was nice to everyone, never did anything bad - she was good.

She was pure.

So, why had something like this happen? It turned her bitter, angry - she was enraged with the fact that her whole life just was destroyed. Everything she had ever dreamed of, disappeared. Poof - gone. Now all that was left of her life was having to protect some land with people she had never met - all because of one stupid argument that set her off, that ruined her entire life.

She didn't want this! It was unfair, she doesn't deserve it!

So all that was left was a question.

Why?

oOoOo

The gangly, 14 year old scowled as she chewed the microwaved frozen macaroni. She had just gotten home from a long night of patrols, she snorted at herself; thinking about the snarky comeback to William's dumb joke. She remembered it easily, it still made her shake just thinking about it.

"Oh look who's here, it's baby pup - think you can keep up with us this time?" He snickered at her scowling face,

"At least I'm not dumb enough to hit a rock while cliff diving," She sneered back at him just as easily, the wolves in her head laughed - agree with her completely.

She was the only female in the pack now, months before Leah had retired to be with her husband. It had been a terrifying experience for little Hope, the night she phased - she was in a heated argument with her mother, over something as stupid as getting a B on her report card. Hope had stormed back to her bedroom, locking the door the second it slammed shut. Rage filled every single fiber of her, a burning went down her spine. She felt her bones shift and she soon exploded out of her own skin onto her tan carpeted bedroom floor. She landed on all fours, confusion went through her as she brought her large wolf head up to look in the mirror. She whimpered at the sight, there stood a large - horse sized white wolf with a single silver stripe going down it's snout. She opened her mouth, exposing a pink tongue and a full set of razor sharp teeth. She yelped and jumped back, wanting to get as far away from the reflection as quick as she could.

Thus, breaking her dresser in the process. A shard of wood pieced her side, she let out an agonizing howl of pain and leaped away from the dresser, crashing through her open window and landing on the long, green grass that had long since been mowed. She looked at the grass, knowing how she and the grass were the same - both neglected but still shined like a bright color on the outside no matter how terrible they felt on the inside.

Soon, several voices came into her mind at once. She yelped and spun around - looking for where the voices came from.

Guys, shut up. A loud, deep voice instructed. Uh, hi - not being rude or anythin', but who are you and where the hell are you?

Hope's wolf eyes widened, who is this? She questioned, she felt like someone or several someones were picking at her brain, taking all of her secrets. She had never felt so exposed. She tried to shield her mind away from them, she thought of a big brick wall - soon the voices were gone as fast as they showed up.

Little Hope trotted away from her house, not sparing one last glace and entered the forest. Hoping to find shelter and a way back to her old body. After hours of running, she dropped to the forest floor with a whimper. She was exhausted, and hot. She had a lot of fur - to much for her liking.

There she laid, spending her friday night curled up on the ground in a forest along the Organ border - not knowing what she was, or what had happened to her.