A/N from now on, all the quotations from the spirits will be in Italic, so its not so confusing with who's talking and everything.

Chapter 5

As I was saying fear was beginning to engulf me, I had to find a way out. I had no idea how I was running so fast, or why my whole body ached , was quivering ,and wet with sweat.

Life is full of mysteries, OH, look TURN... Right.. no Left... You missed it again! Shouted Okie one of the more talkative spirits, he was looking for the exit. I could see it now a large steel door with round brass handles, the kind you might see on a stone castle of the middle ages.

" I'm sorry Okie, it's not like there's an off button anywhere! You try to control me. See how EASY it is!" I hissed back at him. It can't take this anymore! I could feel my face turning red with anger and my eyes blazing like wild fire. I could see myself standing there in the middle of the dark hallway. My fists tightened against my sides. I don't know what was happening, again I had no control over my body. I felt like a magnificent bronze wolf, ready to kill anything that had the nerve to try and stop me from escaping. And then the image I saw became exactly that. I shrieked with horror as I felt the pain of my spine bending and my bones shortening, changing into canine form. My long bronze hair became thick brown fur and my golden eyes narrowed and glowed with a sickening green color. What was happening to me! I didn't have time to think, I could hear heavy footfalls coming down the hall.

The secret agents!

I turned towards the doors and leaped into the air flying right through the steel doors, feeling no pain what so ever. I didn't look back I just kept running at lightning speed, I didn't care where I ended up as long as it wasn't here. The air was cool and fresh as I raced through it. I wasn't thinking at all about what had just happened, what I was going through, even what I was for that matter. I always knew I wasn't human, I couldn't be. I never had any friends because of it. The pale pouty faced children who surrounded me avoided me because of my golden eyes that glowed and swirled, they taunted me and threw stones with their weak arms. Jemima sent me away to five different boarding schools since she was receiving confused glances from neighbors and letters from parents stating how wild I was and how I was in desperate need of some discipline, scaring little children. But each school ended the same as the last, with a long train ride and a very long letter from the head mistress.

Being a wolf was harder then I thought it would be, I had always dreamed of being an animal running free through forests and open plains. But in London there are only streets and buildings, you hardly ever see a forest our a field with out a highway running through it. So keeping out of the human eye was very hard, I almost got run over my a couple cars. I doubt that would have killed me though. The car would be damaged on a larger scale then myself.

I had never noticed before how much of London was made out of stone. I had never truly been outside my backyard to really see all of London. Jemima was too embarrassed to be seen with me in public. But occasionally George would give into my whining and take me to the park or for ice-cream when Jemima wasn't home. He didn't care how different I was or if I scared people walking by. I always liked George more then Jemima. But the person that I adored the most was our new house keeper, Tanya. She reminded me of myself in many ways. Her complexion was tanned and blushed as mine and I swear I saw her black eyes glow a golden colour once. I always thought that she could be my birth mother as Jemima clearly wasn't. Her story of how I came to be in The Riddle family is this......

On one summers day it began to snow, the dry summers ground became covered in a thick blanket of white fluffy goodness sending the children who had been swimming in the water hole to there pale parents that were frantically rushing back to the comfort of their homes. Since Jemima and George were elderly, lonely, and greatly wished for a child in their lives they would quickly jump at any chance to have a child. And in all the confusion a small baby was left on a park bench in the now cold weather. George was walking by and took the baby(which was me) back to his home and him and Jemima never found my true parents. But the whole snow in the summer thing sounds like one of Jemima's cheesy stories to me.

You should really try to find your way home Joya. Maybe George or Jemima can help you with this predicament you seem to be in right now. It would be a lot better then eating garbage off the side of the road for the rest of your life, wouldn't it.

I thought about this for a moment. Eating garbage wasn't very appetizing, I had to admit.

" But I don't know the way" I thought since I couldn't speak while in animal form. " I don't even know where I am right now" I let out a low whine and warm, salty tear slid down my hairy check. I was scared, I was lost, and I was a wolf.