What the Hell was going on? I ran, frantically, trying to wake myself from the hell on earth like situation. My heart pounded like the fast beat of a drum in my reformed chest. I blinked my eyes again and again trying desperately to make a practical reason behind this all. But as much as I tried, there wasn't one. And I right a way doubted I would ever find one. I kept running, faster than ever before, than any other human, though it doesn't seem I fit in the category at all. What was this weird sensation I felt in the pit of my stomach? The need to go hunt, the need run wild with a pack? What was it? I could fell a light breeze run threw what felt like, fluffy fur.

I stared like at mourn at the ground, not believing what lay before me. The earth was zinging past like I was on one giant ball and as it moved I struggled for balance. Unfamiliar paws hit the ground in a beautiful, strange rhythm beneath me. I could smell rabbits in their holes sleeping peacefully, rats scurrying away from the "scary" sound of my thundering paws. My once legs, were nearly black, like a really dark grey, and were thick with muscle. My tongue lopped out of my long snout like it had a mind of its own, causing me to stare a the thick, pink, padded thing. I freaked out, trying to shape my mouth about the words I so desperately wanted to scream, "What Am I?" But it didn't work. Causing me, of course, to stumble over. I felt like a foolish golden retriever pup playing around like an idiot. I rolled and rolled for quite awhile. Then, all of sudden, too fast for my awfully slow reflexes I helplessly hit a hard, damn tree. The sudden commotion didn't even effect the thick oak which I hit as hard as a fist to a nose.

I don't how long I laid there. After half an hour of endlessly trying to stand up or yell for help I had completely given up. I jest lay there, in the weird, scary, freaky, pretty much anything negative, dog form. What was I? I though werewolf, but no, not real,y I've never been bitten by any wolves, or even dogs for that matter before, I'm not allergic to sliver. I touched silver spoons all the time. And, I was in a wolf like form, not half man, half wolf, mutated thing. Maybe god had decided, finally, and to my surprising despair, that I was supposed to be a wolf, not human. But what about my family? Have I just completely wiped off the face off the planet? Too many questions, too much suffering. I'm pretty sure if I was human at that point I would started to sob. The moon hung above me still, mocking me, like this is some sick joke. Maybe this was just puberty! but the second it entered my mind I mentally bitched slapped, that was stupid, I have never heard of a kid turning into a wolf due to puberty. The grass beside me swayed, reminding me of my horrible, awful, yet oddly beautiful strange. The grass swayed beside my like thin little arms reaching for the heavens. I heard little beetle crawling, more like scurrying alongside me. i was to busy to even glance up at the new world threw these new eyes. It felt like a waste, but I didn't deserve them, I was just a clueless, once human, girl. A guilty feeling strangled my insides, I didn't want to waste such an opportunity, but, at the same time right now I just wanted to think about how much my life sucks. In the morning I will take the time to take it all in. Maybe learn to hunt, or something of that matter. E new, strange, odd, tangy but sweet smell filled my nostrils blocking all else smells. It like an mixture between Cologne, sweat, and pine. It took all my will power to get up from where I lay. The pressure from my body left my body shape on the grass. The shape of a dog, to my dismay. I started walking, curious, towards the unknown smell. The curiosity surged beneath me like pride in a father's heart when his son just won an important game. Then to my misfortune, the phrase "Curiosity killed the Cat" Popped into my head like a unwelcomed bug on a hot summers day. A large, grinding, pain was felt in my left leg. The pain reminded me to be gentle of the new wound I had created just hours before. The moon still lit a nice path for me though I could feel the stronger crispness in the air. Soon it would be morning. Humans would wake up to their perfect lives, and I, I may not be there to join them. The though depressed me, but, I mean maybe I'll enjoy being this thing, dog, wolf, whatever I am. The trees beyond me mocked my clueless brain. They hid secrets I may never know, or even worse, figure out. A big blob of bushes started to rustle nosily. I nearly yelped foolishly at the sudden commotion. I was scared out of my mind. The now, oh so familiar thundering of my heart stared up again like a timeless storm, it had no ending, nor beginning. I stared wide eyed at the bushes, trying my hardest not to run like the coward I was, the coward I truthfully wanted to be. The scent was getting stronger, almost stinging my nose. Howling filled my ears like a was surrounded by something bigger than my power. Whoever, I couldn't bring myself to grab the concept, snag a rhythm so beautiful, it was immortal, inhuman, and most definitely not made by any dog. The my eyes adjusted like nigh goggles, changing gears. And a pair of green, curios, eyes started right at me. I stood there frozen, a deer caught in headlights.

The creature emerged from the darkness, wearily revealing itself. It was another, another wolf. This one was pitch black and held the proudest, dark, but almost , misunderstood green eyes. These eyes which stared at me so intensely they seemed to see my soul. Beyond my thundering heart I heard more distant thundering. Like a bunch of animals running wildly threw the trees, under the bright, beautiful, secret moon. The other wolf was 3 inches higher then my own withers, or so it seemed. It circled me, deciding, calculating, on it's next move. It held a human expression, almost deeper though. Most definitely not human or animal. It stopped, right in its tracks like a car nearly hitting some animal. Then, for the second time, everything went black, pitch black, like a moonless night, my fantasy, but my nightmare.

I walk up in a unfamiliar room. A cabin, or at least it looked like it. Stone wood walls surrounded me with four, sturdy walls. The one room seemed to be the living room of some sort. No t.v., was their but a nice, warm, pleasant fireplace. Three couches and two chairs surrounded the fireplace making a circle like figure as most houses would have around some sort of entertainment. I was on the head of the couches, my back venerable to what lay behind me of that I didn't see.

The though made my heart pounded, reminding me of the night before. A thin, wool blanket with swirling patterns lay upon me, giving me off a a small amount of warmth, but a comforting one. It smelled familiar, i couldn't put my finger on it. Like pine, and cologne, tangy but sweet. Then like a giant wave, unfortunate realization washed over me. The smell was that exact, horrible, but comforting smell of the thing I saw today, or last night. My breath instantly became short and forced. Sun glinted threw the windows gently, caressing the earth's landscape. I sat upright, frantically deciding on my next move. I sat upright, my chest heaving in and out like a continued rhythm of an overly emotional song. Sweat started to collect on my forehead. If I was so scared out of wits I would start calling myself a retarded cow. Then like the stupid moron I was, without a doubt, I was in human form. I couldn't believe it, or more logically could comprehend it. I clutched my thick, wavy, black locks, to convince my self. I felt my bare flesh strangling my things. I rubbed my shoulders in circular motions with my opposite arms to see if the shoulder blade was really there.

"You awake?" A musical, deep, shy voice asked me, my brain not making sense of the words. Instead, when I hear those words I screamed so loud it was embarrassing, China probably heard all the way from the U.S. I stood up, clinging to my blanket which seemed to be my only protection from the world. My eyes scanned the room and quickly laid eyes on a figure. It was a tall, dark, large muscled (couldn't help but notice his arms which bulged out of his light t-shirt), strong jawed, man standing before me. His hands were shaved into the front pockets of his jeans, those same green eyes stared worriedly on me. Never in my whole life had I been to tempted to reach out and grab the soft looking hand of another's. Not even family, friends, not a single soul, that word seemed to stick out the most. I stopped myself from babbling any further and noticed the couch which I once slept on was the only thing separating us, that and my, or I guess the blanket. I blushed remembering then I was, of course naked. I could feel my ears burning.

"Are you here?" He asked again. sounding annoyingly impatient. I looked up, avoiding eye contact though I secretly wished to meet his gaze, and answered plainly,

"Should I be?" It was kinda of sarcastic sounding, but true. My throat felt like it was closing in, I gulped down nervously, trying to clear the passage way.

"What pack do you come from?"

"A What?" I asked like the moron I was, confused as hell.

"Is this some kind of a joke or something? Because, I should know."

"I don't know... is it?" He huffed, annoyed, taking his arms out of his pockets and crossing them, pissed off like I was some kid her to screw with him. He looked about 20 I observed.

"Don't look all pissed off, I'm the one standing her naked, confused, and looking like a freaking moron!" I was proud and angry when I spoke the words but once I finished I realized they were dumb.

"Fine. At least give me your name. "No hint of asking was in his voice, just demanding.

"My name is Vanessa."

"Mine is Zak."