HEY GUYS! I missed y'all! Did ya'll miss meeee? If not... eat a bag of baby dicks lololol jkjkkk... no i'm serious. But ANYWAY! Yeap! You saw correct! New story from ya girl BDF234! I've been thinking up this story for quite some time! Supernaturalism has always been my thing! I've been lowkey scared on how I would correlate it to our beloved Boondocks characters, but I know I'm on the right track with this story. I hope ya'll enjoy it!

Btw, RIP to Chadwick BOSEMAN! Our beloved T'Challa! My heart is seriously hurting right now. Thank you for your magnificent and stunning artistry of acting in the portrayal of our most beloved African-American icons: my personal favorite being, James Brown! Mannn, Chad was mashing the HELL outta them potatoes in 'Get On Up'. You were a legend good sir, who will never be forgotten!

Warning: This story will contain gore, violence, triggering scenes and images, and adult themes. I mean, its rated M for a reason. That's literally all I write lbs. But just forewarning anyway.

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The Flannigan family lived right on the outskirts of Ely, Minnesota, close to the vast forestland that stretched for hundreds of miles north. Jason Flannigan, a white, red-headed, green-eyed outdoorsman, took his adoptive daughter, since infancy, on countless hiking and camping trips and it came as a shock to him on how well she adapted to nature, how much she loved the wild outdoors and observing its inhabitants, much more than a normal little girl growing up should. He taught her how to trap, how to fish, how to track, how to shoot. One thing he didn't have to teach her, was how to navigate. It seemed like she had a built-in compass in that equally orange-haired head of hers.

"Which way to to Fern Lake, sweetie?" Jason asked leaning against his hiking stick with their fishing poles resting on his shoulder. He watched his seven year-old daughter look up at the sky for a moment with those dazzling green eyes, tilting her head back and forth, sniffing the air. She sniffed and sniffed as she walked in a wide circle, until she stopped and started wiggling her ears. She turned her head in different angles, listening to the sounds of the forest that would guide her direction. Jason watched silently. This was how she always did it. It was definitely more than odd, but it's never failed her before.

"This way Daddy!" She cheered as she took off into the brush.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA! SLOW DOWN HON'!" Jason shouted, chasing after her. She was hard to keep up with, but he was so proud to have such a versatile daughter.

She never complained that her feet were sore from walking too much, she could walk and run for miles with her strong little legs and feet! She never complained that it was too cold, for they realized she ran a warmer than usual temperature. She never got scared when there was a mysterious rustle in a bush, she actually leapt up and went chasing after whatever it was quick as lightening, whether it be a rabbit, a squirrel, a raccoon, or any other furry animal. And she ALWAYS caught it… With her bare hands.

What freaked the Flannigan parents out even more, was when they peeked outside their window to their backyard, to see their ten year-old daughter surrounded by a pack of grey wolves, hand-feeding them bits of the freshly cured deer jerky she made with her dad. A couple of them even nuzzled her and licked her hand! The alpha of the pack was so comfortable he just laid down at her feet and began to take a nap. When she knelt down and began to pet him, that's when the parents snapped out of their shock and ran outside, shooing the pack off with a broom and banging pans. They snatched up their giggling daughter so quick and took her inside.

But they could only keep her indoors for so long. As she grew up, she ventured out in the woods further and further, taking a different path to explore every time. She used her keen senses of smell and hearing to guide her. The thick forest with its numerous lakes, waterfalls, meadows, hills and its peaceful ambient atmosphere was soothing to her. It was like a second home to her and she would soon learn that it would become so in more ways than one.

Because after tonight, Mother Nature that their daughter adored so much, would claim her life forever.


PRESENT DAY:

It was a blistering cold, winter evening. The whole town was blanketed in 6 inches of snow and it was still coming down. There have been back-to-back snowstorms for the past two weeks, so school has been canceled on and off for most of the district. Snow plows had little – to no effect on the city streets, so that made traffic even worse. You would think a place like this was used to bitter winters by now.

The sun had set at 5:30 pm, as usual for the this time of year. And the moon was in its early stages of rising to the sky. But tonight was an auspicious night, for it was a Full Moon.

Which was why now, sixteen-year old Jazmine Flannigan laid on her family's living room couch, covered in sweat, but bundled up in multiple covers with an ice pack on her head. She had been feeling feverish ever since the snowstorms started, which to the on-call family physician who has been visiting every other day to check on her, was a pretty reasonable explanation.

It started off as just simple headaches, which would go away with a light snack and some Tylenol. But then they turned into migraines, and got so painful Jazmine couldn't even open her eyes. A couple days later, she started getting heat flashes and dizziness, so bad that she started passing out. The heat flashes then turned to shivers, but her body temperature was through the roof, more hot than she usually was.

The antibiotics the doctor prescribed her didn't work, and she couldn't hold any food down. On his last visit, he suggested that it must be a delayed first menstrual cycle and that she should go to a gynecologist as soon as the storm clears. Well, as far as puberty went, the physician was halfway right.

It was now 9:30 pm as Jazmine stirred and groaned inside her blanket burrito. Every inch of her body was scorching hot, her joints ached, her back was killing her, her head was spinning, her stomach was churning, and she could hear her heartbeat in her head. At the sound of her adopted daughter tossing and turning, Pyper Flannigan came into the living room and knelt down to face level with her. She was a skinny, white, brown-eyed woman with long curly, jet-black hair.

The fact Jazmine was biracial and that they were a white family was never a deal-breaker to them. From the day the nurse placed Jazmine in their arms, they couldn't be more overjoyed to have such a beautiful, healthy, high-spirited child in their lives. There was literally NO information about her biological family. No birth records or health records of any sort. The Flannigans raised her and loved her no different than they would a child of their own flesh and blood and gave her a comfortable and warm life. They saw no reason to lie to her about her being adopted, for they didn't want it to affect her negatively later on in life. They thought that she would explore her own biological independence when the time came and she wouldn't have anything to be curious about. They were right and wrong.

"Jazmine, honey? You doing alright? You feel up to eating something?" She asked worriedly, stroking her daughter's orange and blonde curly tresses that draped over the arm of the couch. Their family dog, Vison, a black and white border collie, perked his head up from the carpet at the sound of 'eat'.

"Mmnnh-mmnnh," Jazmine groaned, followed by weak wheezing. It pained Pyper so much to see her daughter like this. Jazmine was dehydrated, malnourished, and sleep-deprived and nothing seemed to ease her suffering. She felt helpless. She lifted the ice pack from Jazmine's forehead and placed the back of her hand to it, finding that the surface was not cold at all! Not even the slightest! It was sizzling to the touch. "Oh, Jazmine." Pyper quickly got back up and made her way into the kitchen to get the emergency kit their doctor left for them. "Told you to quit going out there in those woods in this weather!" She mumbled to herself. She got out a clean needle from the sterilized package and pressed it into the rubber seal of the prescribed antibiotic bottle, carefully pulling the plunger to its exact needed measurement.

The home phone rang and Pyper sighed frustratingly before placing the needle down and went and picked it up from the base that was mounted on the kitchen wall.

"Hello? Oh, hi baby….You're on your way home? Okay, good, please come straight here and be safe driving!... No she isn't. I still can't get her to eat anything. She hasn't lifted her head once today and she's still scorching hot to the touch….. Well, I was about to give her another shot, but that means I won't be able to give her one in the morning….. Jason, she's suffering now! If she doesn't get any sleep again, tonight, who knows what shape she'll be in tomorrow?" Pyper paced back and forth in her kitchen, the coiled extension cord following behind her.

Meanwhile in the living room, Jazmine's rugged breaths started to hitch and accelerate. She felt her body getting heavy, like if this couch had a weight limit, she was sure it would collapse underneath her. Her heartbeat accelerated in her ears, and she felt something inside her ready to explode.

Vison perked his head up from the carpet again, flattening his ears. He sniffed the air and sensed that something bad was going to happen. The fur on his back stood straight up as he growled threateningly at the arising beastly presence that was growing in his used-to-be owner.

Outside, in the midnight blue sky, the overcasting clouds shifted in the wind, unveiling the pale, yellow-tinted orb of the night, and letting its light cascade over the city.

Then suddenly, Jazmine's body started convulsing violently. Her chest pumped uncontrollably on and off the couch, she shook her head back and forth and kicked her feet until all the covers fell off her body. That's when Vison leapt up on all fours in a hunched over position and began barking loudly.

"What's…happening… to me?" Jazmine groaned as she grabbed at her head.

Jazmine's eyes snapped open, to reveal, what used to be emerald-green irises, now glowing, golden eyes with dilating pupils that illuminated and magnified everything she laid her eyes on. And that's when she turned her head in a flash and locked her animalistic gaze on the barking canine. She curled her upper lip to reveal her incoming fangs and flared her nostrils, inhaling Vison's scent, and that only fueled the transformation more. She caught the scent of her first possible full meal in days.

"VISON! BE QUIET!" Pyper shouted from the kitchen before returning to her call. "Well, if you could, try stopping at the corner market up the street and grab a couple more cans of soup. She'll probably be hungry by the time you get here and I don't want to give her medicine on an empty stomach."

Jazmine fell off of the couch and continued convulsing and shaking on the floor. Her strenuous breaths and wheezes turned into snarls and growls as her saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth. At the sound of the loud thud and the dog's nonstop barks, Pyper stomped back into the living room with the phone still in her hand.

"VISON! SHUT THE… *gasp* JAZMINE?!" She dropped the phone at the sight of her daughter stirring and writhing on the floor.

"Pyper?... Hello? PYPER! JAZMINE! WHAT HAPPENED?!" Jason Flannigan shouted from the other side of the phone.

And then Jazmine felt her whole spine snap, and she released a primal scream that could've alerted the whole neighborhood. She twisted, squirmed and screamed even louder as she felt all the bones, organs and tissues of her contorted body start to break, stretch and tighten.

"Jazmine! Baby! Jesus Christ! What's going on?!" Pyper knelt down and held her daughter, trying any way she could to help.

"Get…away…FROM MEEE!" Jazmine growled in a monstrous voice. Before Pyper could even react, with one push of the hand, Jazmine sent her mother flying into the curio cabinet, shattering the glass on impact before she crashed down to the floor. Vison barked even louder and snarled a couple times before leaping in and attacking Jazmine. Pyper strained to lift her body up, but when she did, she was mortified at what she saw.

Jazmine tucked her body in close as Vison bit and chomped down on her, like he was never her cuddle buddy for seven years. But none of the dog's assaults had any affect on her, for she soon planted her hands on the ground, which turned into furry white paws, with black, two-inch long claws fully extended. Jazmine released a final long growl as the clothes on her body ripped apart and the rest of her body sprouted two coats of white and silver fur, morphing into a near fully-grown wolf.

But the whiteness of her fur was short-lived, for it was soon stained with Vison's blood, who gave a final squeaky cry before the she-wolf effortlessly snapped its neck in her jaws . The blood splattered everywhere on the living room carpet as she ripped the corpse to shreds, ingesting every ounce of meat to satisfy her hunger.

"J-j-Jazmine?..." Pyper frighteningly whispered. When the wolf snapped its head up, licking its bloody nose from its tasty snack, she immediately wished she would've stayed silent. She reached for a shard of glass on the floor and that made the wolf start to growl again. Pyper immediately retracted her hand and scooted back against the wall.

The she-wolf hunched her shoulders forward doubling the size of her husk, as she slowly crept towards her, snarling and nashing her teeth at her mother until she was just hovering above her, who was shivering in complete fear.

"Jazmine… please…" she peeped. The she-wolf barred her fangs at her, snarling her nose as the blood-mixed saliva drooled onto Pyper's lap. She closed her eyes and slowly turned her face away, letting her tears fall as she silently sobbed while the wolf's teeth closed in.

"OOWWUUUUUUUUUUU! WOOOOOOOOO! OWWWUUUUU!"

The she-wolf pulled away instantly as its ears perked up towards the living room window. Pyper looked back and forth between the window and the creature that used to be her daughter.

Jazmine always loved listening to the late night singing of the howling grey wolves. The hypnotic mellow sounds of the Children of the Night vocalizing in perfect harmony in the moonlight, would lull her into a peaceful slumber.

But now, it was a primal call awakening her, beckoning her, luring her into the wilderness that she's always called home. And the instincts that overpowered her drove her to follow that call.

She bolted for the window, but a small voice in her head made her stop. The human Jazmine made her turn around and look at the family portrait hanging above their fireplace. Jason and Pyper Flannigan standing behind a sitting Jazmine Flannigan with their hands on either of her shoulders, all smiling at the camera, while Jazmine had her hand on the nape of the neck of jolly-faced Vison with his tongue out. The she-wolf's eyes turned back into Jazmine's green eyes only for a second as her gaze shifted to her still-trembling mother in the corner.

"Go…" Pyper managed to blurt out shakily. The she-wolf closed her panting mouth, like she fully understood her. What she didn't understand was that if she ran out that door, her life would change forever. "GO!" Pyper screeched. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! GOOOO!" And Jazmine's eyes went back to the glowing gold color.

Another round of howls resonated through the crisp, night air, which made the she-wolf bolt for the window again and bust through it like it was a sheet of feathers and high-tailed it into the wilderness.

Just like that, she was gone.


ONE WEEK LATER:

Jazmine stepped up on her family's porch, completely naked and covered in dirt, with leaves and twigs in her hair, to see the glass from the living room window still scattered everywhere. She was surprised to see that the front door wasn't locked. When she opened it, she was met with two surprises. One, the god-awful stench that smelled like death, and two, everything was gone.

"Mom?! Dad?!" Jazmine yelled, only to be met with no response. Not a single table, chair, or piece of copper was left, except for the bloody canine corpse with black and white fur that was left to rot. Jazmine gasped as she jumped back. "V-v-Vison?" Jazmine slowly crept up again and covered her nose and mouth with her arm, gagging at the smell. "Oh my God! Vison!... D-d-Did I..? Oh Goddd! I'm so sorry Vison!" She cried as the tears fell from her eyes.

She couldn't remember what happened that night. She couldn't recall a single thing. All she remembered was one moment she was writhing and groaning in pain on her couch, and the next, waking up in a dark cave as a wolf. Even then, the she-wolf didn't know that she was just a human several hours earlier. She spent 6 whole days living in the woods in her new body, scared and confused. It wasn't until she shifted back into human form on the sixth night, in an equally excruciating painful manner, that she realized what had happened.

Jazmine left the living room and went into the kitchen, to be met with the same thing: nothing. Everything was gone. Nothing in the cabinets, nothing in the refrigerator, nothing in the snack cupboard, nothing in the dining room.

It was the same when she went to check all the bathrooms, the garage, the basement, the attic and her parent's bedroom, calling for them hectically as the tears continued to roll down her face.

But when she opened the door to her bedroom, she found that everything was still there, not a single thing was out of place.

Jazmine exhausted a huff as she felt like she's been stabbed in the chest. She looked around at her unmade bed with her stuffed animals staring blindly back at her, her closet with dirty clothes in the hamper, her dresser with pictures of her and her friends and cousins, her vanity with post-it notes saying encouraging quotes stuck on the mirror, all her lotions, perfumes, and hair products, her posters on the wall.

They didn't just abandon her… they abandoned the memory of her. They left her… alone. Jazmine fell onto her bed in disbelief.

"Momma?... Daddy?" Jazmine sobbed as she curled up in her blankets and cried, cried, and cried even more until she fell asleep.

A couple hours went by and the sun was starting to set. Jazmine opened her eyes and wiped away the tear stains from her cheeks. She sat up quickly, praying this was all just a bad dream as she got up from her bed and went across the hall to her parent's bedroom. Her prayer was unanswered.

She sulked back to her room and sat on the mattress again, staring at her muddy feet. She was lost. She didn't know who or what she was. She didn't know what to do or who to go to? Nobody from her old life could ever find out about this. Her parents… ex-parents… definitely weren't going to tell anyone, so neither should she. People would talk, word would get around, and she might even end up getting killed.

"So what do I do?" Jazmine thought out loud. She felt a part of her brain answer that for her.

'What all creatures of nature do… They go forward.' Jazmine's eyes flashed gold just for a second before going back to green. She listened to her instincts and stood up, grabbed a towel from her closet and made her way to the bathroom. The water was still working luckily, so she took a quick shower, rinsing off all the dirt, muck, pain and heartache. She got out, wrapped the towel around her body, and stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at her clean reflection for the first time. Jazmine blinked unbelievingly at the young woman staring back at her.

She looked completely different. Her hair was thicker, her face was more toned, her skin looked brighter, the muscles on her body were more defined, her eyes were bigger and greener. She pulled her hair behind her ears and gasped. The helix of her ears were pointed! She wiggled them and they looked like flapping wings!

Jazmine then barred her teeth together and separated her lips. 'Oh God!' Her teeth were ginormous! Her canines looked razor sharp, and she definitely needed a good brushing. She didn't have her toothbrush, but she remembered having a travel-sized tube of toothpaste somewhere in her room. She went to her room, found it, and brought it back to the bathroom. She turned on the sink and squeezed a big glob of toothpaste on her finger. 'What the hell?!' Jazmine held her hands out in front of her. They were Sasquatch size! Her palms were wide and her fingers and fingernails were longer!

"For crying out LOUD!" Jazmine whined before wetting her toothbrush finger and went to town on her teeth. "Ow! Fuck!" Jazmine hissed. She scratched the inside of her cheek. She poked her tongue at the small wound, and even the taste of blood tasted differently. It tasted…good? "Whoa…okay, Jazmine. Get ahold of yourself. This is all too much to digest right now."

When she was done, she went back in her room and dressed in warm clothes and boots. She got out two suitcases, a duffel bag, and her purse. She packed up her clothes, shoes, all her incidentals, a blanket, a pillow, and anything that looked valuable. She took a single picture from her dresser, a family selfie. Words couldn't describe how much they've hurt her, but she will miss them. She tucked the picture into her purse and lifted all her bags from the bed.

Her suitcase shifted a pillow, revealing the corner of a yellow envelope that laid under it. Jazmine sat on the bed, lifted the pillow and picked up the envelope. By how it felt in her hand, she already knew what it was. And it brought the pain back again. She opened it to find all $100 bill notes neatly stacked, sectioned and banded together. She counted it twice: $15,000.

Jazmine really felt the pain now. She didn't even know her parents had this much money! They'd rather leave her a bundle of their life's savings than claim her as their daughter? That shit really did hurt. But the she-wolf in her told her to bite back her tears, hold her head high, and to keep pushing on. So that's what she did. She put the money away, stashing it DEEP in the bundle of her clothes in her smaller suitcase, grabbed all her bags, and walked out the front door, not even daring to look back this time.


So this is just the Prologue for now! Let me know if I should continue! Leave your thoughts and comments in the Reviews please! Ya'll know what to do!

And I know what some of ya'll are thinking: REALLY BDF234?! We waiting for an update on Silent Beauty and you gon break out with another damn story?!

Yesss yesss yesssss I know! Believe it or not, I have been typing my LIFE away on Silent Beauty, editing, putting this in, taking this out. All while struggling with recurring writer's blocks AND working two jobs! I'm basically writing like 5 chapters-worth of content so I don't have to keep ya'll waiting longer and longer for the next chapter. Trust me, I got ya'll! don't worry! Keep a look out! and REVIEW PLEASE!

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