Prolog
The smell of blood filled the hell hot air. The horrid smell twisted in my stomach with the gag sense from the sight of carnage and decay. I scanned the motionless battlefield for a sign of at least one of my brothers; find one you found them all. But there was no sign of familiarity. No sign of life among the dead. I stood frozen in my spot as I saw a black and red flag, torn stained and flying high above the carnage. It was a sign from my brothers, the only sign, telling me to go north to the land of our ancestors.
I flung myself into the air, punching it with my fist in victory. The battle was won and now I must go to my ancient homelands to reunite with my brothers and our forgotten cousins. As soon as me feet hit the ground I took off running as fast I could. My body started trembling with the thrill of the change. I heard my bones snap and pop as they morphed from those of a girl's to those of a wolf. My legs shortened and my arms lengthened as my nose turned to a mussel. Silver fur cover where my bare skin once shown, tearing my clothes to bits. I flung my morphed head back in a joyous howl to the blood red moon. 'I'm coming brothers! Soon we'll meet again! I'm coming! I thought to myself as I dashed through a forest of bitter blackness. 'I'm coming! I'm coming!"