Run. That was all the young woman could think of.

Dove sprinted across the now busy street, narrowly dodging several vehicles in the process. Some honked but the sounds were blocked out by her racing heart. Werewolves were significantly faster than humans, and this was a frightened Werewolf; she will run even faster.

Not being able to tell how long she ran, exustion finally conqured her body, she collapsed by an old building that smelt like it used to be a small saw mill. The sun said it was around 4. But she didn't trust the sun much, not like she trusted her guide; the moon.

Panting and looking around for water, Dove stood up to have a white hot pain run through her body. Panic took over yet again. Flashbacks don't happen often with her, but they came at the most inconvient of times.

The end of Dove's Junior year in high school was upon her. Late spring brought with it warm, rainy days. It was dreary that afternoon, while she was yelling at her biological father in his car. She should't have been there to begin with, but he insisted on talking after cutting him off.

"What, you and your family's incessant harrassing wasn't enough? After you all fucked me and my mother's side of the family over, I shouldn't be talking to you at all. Does it make you feel important saying personal shit about a dead woman? If mom were alive, she'd have your ass."

There was no reply. He just stared, shocked that his daughter had finally snapped after 4 years of mistreatment.

"And you're really just going to gawk at me in disbelief? Go fuck yourself."

She kicked the car door open and slammed it shut. The point was made. Cold rain and a warm breeze matched the clustered emotions within her. It was about 7 o clock being that the sky was darkening. And another problem; Dove went to lived in the valley,not actally in the city of Spokane. Her father drove her out there to talk, babbling about his mistakes. No more of this she thought, that unessesary bullshit had run its course. A buzzing sound came from her pocket, her phone battery was dead.

Convienient, her inner mordant conscience said. Jane would laugh at the situation when she made it home. She began walking. The road seemed empty. Street lamps flicked on, as she pulled her hood over her already soaked hair. It was getting cold out and the nearest bus stop was about mile away. Dove kept walking. Taking longer strides, she noticed the plesant pattern of her steps. The rain made a steady rythem, relaxing her further. She wasn't paying attention.

There was a muffled grunt nearby, Dove turned her head to the right and saw nothing. But as soon as she looked forward, there was a truck that she didn't concider going around yet. Stepping down from the side walk, she noted the Toyota symbol and smiled; Dove adored big and pretty trucks, especially Toyota's. Rounding the corner of the corner of the truck, the source of the grunting was reveiled.

A skrawny man that looked to be about 30 stood behind the tailgate and had a face full of couch.

"Damn it all." he said with a vioce full of frustration. "Hey Kid, sorry, I would never ask this of anybody but I could use some help with this couch." Dove concidered this odd request and was ready to decline but he cut her off. "It will only take a second, Im new, from the Seattle area and my friend bailed on me." The man's last words trailed off slightly, like if they didn't seem of importants to him.

Sighing, Dove nodded in agreement. She could use some good karma. The couch was light but bulky. She got behind it and lifted the bottom to her belly button. The two wadled towards the house. It looked like a dump. This house had a horrid 70's green outer coat of paint and the lawn didn't have one green blade of grass. The house itself looked to be condemed. Just as she stepped through the threshold, the atmosphere shifted. None of the lights were on. There was something wrong. Dove quickly set down the couch and spun her heels then her body twards the door. It was kicked shut by something in the shadows.

Her eyes scanned the room for a window, but they were all boarded up with 2"4's. No way out. All she could remember was that a deep, menecing growl came from the shadow beast, the man's horrible cackle, and an intense pain that made her knees buckle.

Dove was woken up by the sound of someone sobbing. Opening her eyes slightly, this person was above her, with their arms crossed. The second she tried to move, a wave of pain crashed through her body. A sillhouette of a man hastly knelt by her, his tears dripping off his nose, which now had a scent. "Im sorry, I am so sorry," the man wept. The world was spinning and the dim light wasn't helping the situation. But her eyesight was becoming more clear. Sucking in a large breath of air, her sences caught up to her.

All of the smells were different from before. The weeping man picked up her limp body and cradled her, repeating himself several times. There was something about this man, his scent, the way he held her.

A voice within her whispered "Wake up, we are weak but we must fight." Instead of the vioce frightening her, Dove felt the truth behind it. She felt one with it; like a sister of her soul.

With a quick jerk, the man was no longer holding Dove and was standing. By the sound of foot steps, someone else entered the room.

"What are you doing with my dinner, Asher?" His voice was deep and scratchy. He was the man that required assistance and the other man must have been her attacker.

"Sorry, sir," a sob escaped Asher's mouth. "My wolf is out of control with this one."

Dove opened her eyes fully, the voice from inside seemed to also observe the two men. Looking like he was in his late teens, Asher's muscular physique made it seem that he was closer to 25 and was about five foot ten. The other man was skinny as a pole and near six foot five.

"If you would leave, now."

There was a growl and the Asher now stood inbetween Dove and the other man. "You will not touch her, my Singer." Asher's voice had changed, it was deeper and had growl with it.

"Singer? Your wolf culture is getting to you, love. Step aside so I can enjoy my meal or be one yourself."

Attempting to stand, Dove twisted her body to the side. Then the world went black again.

Pain. That was all she could feel.

Woken by a hand on her neck, Dove jerked to free herself. Her efforts were useless. His mouth clung to her neck and bit harder every time she moved. His grip was like steel; cold and hard. This all seemed surreal to Dove, normal people don't drink blood. Anger welled up inside of her but it wasn't her anger, it was the voice from before; an animal within her. With all of the energy she had, Dove knocked the man square on his temple. Screaming, he relesed his victim,

Dove jumped up and made her way through the dark house. It was easier to see in than before. Odd. She neared the door. Faster! she said in her her body was too tired and in pain. Closer, like he ment to, the monster wrapped his icy arms around her stomach and yanked her to the floor just before she reached the door. He cackled dryly, mocking her failed attempts of escape as she laid on the ground in agony.

"Well aren't you just a great little mouse? Thinking you're stronger than me will get you killed, Wolf. But since my other playmate decided to defy me, you can replace him. Would you like that, Love?" He was stoking her body with long, skinny fingers. "Your are a special wolf, aren't you? I can taste it in your blood and smell it in the air, Moon Child."

Dove lifted her head. "Is he talking about Werewolves?" She thought. This is Spokane Washington, we've never had supernatural creatures live here ever. But Werewolves came out into public recently, so it wasn't impossible for them to be here. But what is he?"

The monster then lifted her over his shoulder and carried her down the stairs. He did many horrible things to her that night. When the monster finaly let her sleep, she dreamed of the moon. She was the mother of the animal inside of Dove, of all of the animals within her people. The moon sang to her, a comforting lulluby to make her want to live. When she woke, the monster was still there. Only the moon kept her alive. He kept her captive for 3 months.

She finally snapped out of it. The panic attack put her to sleep. The sky faded to pink and a deep blue, night was falling and the moon started to show.

Dove weakly stood up. She felt the lunar pull, in two days there is a full moon. As the sun sank, she walked through the four foot tall grass to find water. Birds chirped their goodnights to one and another and mosqitos came out to play, the simple sounds of the outdoors always comforted Dove.

She walked down by a large river. The scents of several different people suggested that it was a regular swimming spot. Dipping her hands into the cold, life sustaining goodness, Dove heard a noise behind her.

She whirled around to feel the wind picking up. The wind danced around her skin as a familiar and soothing scent filled the air around her. A loud voice from what appeared to be coming from the moon itself echoed around her.

"Sing me a song of love, my friend."

Dove then tilted her head back so the moon can hear her fully and with all of the energy and oxygen in her body, let her wolf sing.

She was the peace bringer of Werewolves, she was the Singer.