HELLO! First things first, I would like to thank getagriptyr for being the first to comment. Thank you so much! I hope you will enjoy the changes I have planned! This story will be different from the other story. I am really bad at dealing with my procrastination, so sometimes I might have five chapters one week and only one another week. I guarantee that there will be at least one chapter a week unless something really big comes up. That will be all for now. Enjoy!

Hope wandered out of the classroom, her head down. This class seemed okay, but Hope could tell that the blonde girl in yellow was in trouble. And maybe her little friend too. Everyone else either had a friendly demeanor or they didn't care too much. Hope fingered the bracelet hidden under her sleeve. That class wasn't too exciting.

Jay walked passed her in long strides. She watched him, carefully.

How dare he say that she looked depressed!? Was he insane? You don't tell people that unless you know them! Just rude.

Jay glanced back at her and saw her staring. He smirked and faced forward. Hope frowned. She didn't want to know what stupid thoughts he was thinking.
"Hey! You're Hope, right?" A sweet voice called out from behind her. Hope turned to see a small blue-haired girl racing towards her.

"Me?" Hope asked, stupidly.

The girl nodded. "Oh. Yeah," Hope answered.

"Welcome to the school! I'm Marinette!" The girl said, cheerfully. Hope cocked her head.

"Thanks."

"I hope you like here!"

And with that, she raced off to a dark-skinned girl with glasses. Hope watched them for a second more before turning around to head to her next class.
Hope hoped that Marinette didn't want to become friends with her. People just stab you in the back and leave there to die, bleeding out.

Hope glanced back at the two friends.

That shouldn't be a problem with her though, Hope thought bitterly. Hope walked into her next class feeling slightly down.


Jay exited the building in the late afternoon.

That was one of most boring first days I have ever had, Jay thought. He looked around and saw Hope, that girl who couldn't take a joke.
He should probably go apologize to her. Maybe they could become friends.

He ran up behind her and tapped her shoulder. She turned and before she could open her mouth, Jay said, "Sorry about this morning."
Her eyes widened slightly.

"Thanks," She answered, giving him a small smile. Jay returned the smile with one of his own.
He waved bye and left towards his house. She waved bye and turned away.

Jay walked down the street. He walked among groups of strangers. He always wondered where they could be going. What could they be thinking?
Jay crossed multiple streets and took in all the sights. Gold and red leaves drifted swiftly through the air. He hadn't been in Paris for very long and everything was new and fresh. He opened the door to his house, walked inside, and quickly locked the door behind him.

"Hey, Mom! I'm home!" Jay called out.

He walked down one of the many hallways that led the kitchen. His mother stood by the stove, stirring a pot of spaghetti. She looked up from the pot and a bright smile lit up her face. She dropped the spoon and rushed over to him. She hugged him. Jay smiled and looked up at his mother. She had a round face and rosy colored cheeks. She had intelligent emerald green eyes and round black glasses. Her long tree bark brown hair was tied up in a neat bun. Jay's mother was dressed in a white nurse dress.

"How was your first day of school?" She asked, pulling away from the warm embrace.

"It was ok," Jay answered.

She smiled, wrinkles forming around her mouth. She pulled out her phone and gasped.

"I'm so sorry! I have to leave for work!" His mother gasped. She grabbed her purse and kissed him on the forehead. He pulled away with a half smile half frown on his face.

"Dinner's on the stove!" She yelled, rushing out of the door. The door shut with a loud slam and a small click of it locking.

"Bye," Jay whispered to himself. He drained out all the water from the spaghetti and poured some food into his bowl. He didn't bother with looking for any sauce, knowing they probably didn't have any. He plopped down on the floor and leaned against the wall. He glanced around the kitchen. Boxes lined the walls, but the kitchen was still scarce.

Jay felt the empty void in him grow a little bigger. He wished his sister, Camile, was here. She made everything better. Instead, she was still in America with his dad. Jay set the bowl down on the floor and wrapped his arms around his knees. He lowered his head and stayed there for a few hours.


Hope got into the back of a red car.

"Hey, sweetie. How was school?" Nancy asked eyes on the road.

Nancy was okay. At first, Hope moved around America with the old lady. Just a few weeks ago, the woman passed Hope on to Nancy. Just a week ago, the old lady died. Nancy tried too hard. She had sun-kissed blond hair and dark brown eyes like a deer's. She had light skin and sharp cheeks bones. She had a thin twig-like body.

"It was ok," Hope lied. It was so boring. It was not ok. It was not. Hope would have rather hit herself with that textbook multiple times.

Nancy was a single mother and had another child. She had a 6-year-old daughter named Vanessa. Vanessa still had round cheeks and dark brown hair. She had bright blue eyes. Hope had grown fond of Vanessa and helped around the house. Vanessa was very energetic for a 6-year-old.

"That's good!" Nancy said, peering at Hope through the rearview mirror.

"I still don't understand why I had to transfer," Hope grumbled.

"It's closer to Vanessa's school, so in case I can't pick her up, you can," Nancy replied.

Hope just nodded, staring out of the window. She sighed, looking up at the sky. Oh, how she wished she was free.


Hope was grateful for her own room. Her room was small, but it was still a room. She had a full-size bed pushed against the wall and small desk on the other end of the room. On her desk, she had a lamp and laptop. The black desk also had a small cup of pencils and pens and a small digital clock. Hope's bed had grey sheets. A window was right above her bed with grey curtains drawn.

A knock came from the other side of the door. Hope got up from her desk and opened the door. Vanessa stood on the other side with a large smile.

"Hey, Hope!" Vanessa said, squeakily.

"What?" Hope asked, bending down with a small smile.

"Want to come watch the news with me?"

"Sorry, but I have homework," Hope answered.

"Ok," Vanessa mumbled, her face falling.

Hope gave Vanessa a sad smile and patted her head.
Vanessa wandered into the living room.

Hope shut her door and locked it. She leaped onto her bed.

"Hey!" A small voice yelled.

"Sorry, Lovetta," Hope apologized.

A little grey kwami flew up to Hope.

"You haven't transformed in a few weeks. Can we?" Lovetta asked.

Lovetta was black and grey. Most of her body was black and she had large golden eyes. There was a thick amount of grey fur around Lovetta's neck that extended down to her chest. On her delicate little paws, there were small dots of white fur. Lovetta had pointed ears; she had a sharp pair of canines. A small black tail was wagging excitedly.

"Yeah. I guess so," Hope answered.

Lovetta flipped and let out a cute squeal of excitement.

Hope smiled at the happiness of her kwami. Hope tore her eyes away. She pulled up her right sleeve to reveal a silver bracelet with a silver paw charm attached to it.
Her arm was full of small cuts and scars.

Lovetta didn't notice and Hope raised her arm up.

"Fangs out!" Hope yelled.

Moments later, a black blur shot out of the window. It hopped to the roof and scanned over the city. The girl was wearing one suit. Most of the suit was black, but small parts of it were grey. On the girl's head were two black wolf ears; there was a stripe of smokey grey fur that ran down from her chest to her stomach. A tail extended away from her lower back. There were small dots of white on her hands. Underneath her gloves were small knives that looked like claws. There was a double-sided spear on her back.

I am Wolfheart, She thought.

She leaped off in the direction of the Eiffel Tower. The sun cast bloody red lights that oozed over the sky. Lights on the streets below started to blink.
Several Parisians were walking in the directions of the homes. Wolfheart spotted a young girl and her father. The two were holding hands and looked happy.

Like she once was.

The father had black hair and a square jaw. He looked like her father.
Had he come here to start a new family? Did he ever miss her? Did he ever look for her? Was he happier that she disappeared?

Wolfheart felt sick. Her emotions were starting to mess with her head.

But did he miss her? Was he even alive? What if she had stayed? Is he ok?

Ok? OK?! How could she still love him after what he did to her?

He didn't choose to be like that!

Yes! He did! If he loved you, he would have dealt with it!

That's not how it works!

Wolfheart felt a sudden burst of rage. Her father never cared! She had to target something to get her rage out.

The predator in her gave her one.

She let out an animalistic howl of fury and set her eyes on the man, her eyes burning with vengeance.

That will be all for today, my friends. I hope you enjoyed it! For anyone who read my original story, you might be able to tell what one of the changes is. I added multiple. Well, I write the next chapter as soon as I can! Till next time, my wolves!