As far as I know, I have always been a monster. At least, that is what I have been told. My brother claims that monsters can't be born, only made, but I have come to believe that there can be exceptions; such as us. I feel my bones shift inside of my body; breaking, changing, reforming into a new being as the full moon rises. I'm used to the change by now, enjoy it even. It gives me the chance to escape the confines of society and run free. Some say that we are mindless beasts when we change with no conscience for human life. But have they ever taken a ride around in our skin or rather fur?

I'm sorry. Perhaps I haven't been that clear. I'm a werewolf in case you couldn't tell. My kind has been hunted across the pages of history, burned at the stake, hanged, and tortured into insanity. Our war with humankind, wizards and muggles alike; has never ended. It has been going on since the beginning of time, and I will never forgive them for what they have done.

My story begins when I was four years old. Scared, alone, and covered in blood; shivering in my then eight-year-old brother's arms. I do not remember my birth parents. Perhaps it is because I was so young when I was bitten. Alek has always protected me, has never let anyone touch me, and I thank him for that. Who knows what would have happened to me as the only female in the pack? Fenrir was ruthless enough. Alek has gotten into numerous fights with him. His fights worry me. I tell him that if he isn't careful, he may lose touch with his humanity. No matter the circumstances he tells me not to worry, that he would never allow himself to become like him. He didn't know how wrong he was.Nevertheless, the pack is the only family I have ever known. Kane, our Alpha, has been like a father to me. He was the one who found me, you see. It was his demise that first drove me over the edge.

The sound of the wind was almost sinister that day. Mists curled around the trees on what once was one of the most feared days of year; All Hollow's Eve. The little town of Surrey was the perfect target, Kane had told us. It was a Muggle town. No one would even expect us. No matter their size, people just didn't believe we existed anymore. A myth, they say… a story to entertain children on Halloween. They wouldn't know we were coming. They didn't know how wrong they were.

I watched the little children go from house to house in their costumes from my vantage point. They were oblivious to their surroundings. They didn't even look as frightened as children in the past once had. Their parents no longer sheltered them. I grinned. An advantage. I silently cursed myself at the thought. I didn't want this, I told myself over and over every full moon. But how else was I to survive? The wizarding world rejected us, so we were forced to live on the outskirts. But I still worried that my humanity would disappear altogether one day.

I felt the overwhelming hunger flood my mind like a dam that had overflowed. Resisting was almost unbearable. A scream of agony escaped my throat, and I felt my bones shift beneath my skin. The hunt was on.

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I awoke to find myself covered in blood. I thought nothing of it. It was to be expected, after all. You see, I do not remember what happens after I transform. It is almost as if I fall into a deep slumber as the hunger of the wolf inside of me overwhelms my humanity. Afterwards, my hunger was satisfied. That should frighten me, but I knew no different in those days. I was barely human at all.

Something didn't feel right that night, I remember. Perhaps it was the scent in the air or maybe just a feeling. No matter the circumstances, my heart still clenched in fear at the sound of gun shots.

"Hunters!" I thought in panic. I hadn't expected this. No one in the pack had. Muggle hunters was the least any of us had anticipated.

I surveyed the carnage around me, hoping for a way to escape, and stumbled upon a corpse.

A horrified scream ripped out of my throat. It was Kane, torn and bloodied. What mutiny was this? No sane werewolf would do this to their Alpha! What was happening here? Where was Alek? If he was dead...

"Don't move, werewolf." A voice hissed in my ear. I heard the trigger click into place.

"Leave her, Danko," an unfamiliar voice said. "She lives. No questions asked. Understand?"

"Who are you?" I asked in a panicked voice. "What are you doing?"

"What's right for the world." He whispered, and I felt the effects of a stunning spell send me into unconsciousness. But it wasn't a stunning spell, these men were mere muggles. What had they done to me?