Do you know what happens when a four-year-old gets bitten by a werewolf? No? No-one really does. Except me. I was the victim. I am the girl who was harmlessly snoozing in my bed when a shadow loomed over me, leaning down into the light and biting my exposed neck. I can't remember much about that night. Only a sharp pain in my neck, yelling, crying, and the wind on my face as I got swept away. I wish I could remember my parents properly. I wish I was still home. That night I was kidnapped to be raised by wolves. Werewolves.
My name is Alexa Wolf. I know... 'Wolf'. Such a coincidence, right? I actually don't know my real name. The werewolves gave me this name because they thought it sounded 'better'. I am currently ten years old, turning eleven sometime in June. That's one of the downsides with living in a pack of werewolves... They don't care about how old you are... All they care about is if you can fight. So at least I can defend myself! I don't know where the older werewolves learnt how to do Kung fu or what not, but they did. And now I know. I'm not like other werewolves. They're trying to raise me and make me vicious and bloodthirsty, like everyone else. But, I am, and forever have been, kind and forgiving. The werewolves took me too late. Their intentions are clear; bite the young and raise them to be like them. Vicious and, well, werewolfy. But having no memory of my parents has kept me aware of the werewolves evil nature. I don't trust them. Not that they know that of course! Every day, I would walk up to the village and talk with the common folk. Every full moon, I am frightened that I'll bite one of them. Turn someone nice into, into a monster... At least being a wolf cub they keep me in the cave; wolf cubs aren't allowed to bite people. They say we don't know how to 'bite' yet. They say when we're fifteen it'll come naturally. I never want to be fifteen.
I am walking back from the village, it's late at night and the moon is hidden behind the clouds. The trees around me are humming with the noise of crickets. It's quite peaceful. That is until I fall down in pain, yelping like a hurt pup. My bite seared, filling my body with fire. The pain is torture. I try to stand but my legs are weak and I get dizzy. I don't see two shadows' getting closer to me; I'm too busy screaming quietly to myself. The pain is taking me over. The only thing I can think of before I go black is: 'it's the week of the full moon'...
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