Prologue
The gentle wind blew wisps of grass in my direction, I noticed that spring was coming to an end, soon the loons will sing their mournful yet beautiful song, the forest will flourish with life, the young deer will begin to explore the meadow with their mothers, little did I know, this year would be the most exciting ever.
I am a thirteen year-old girl. I have long russet brown hair, my eyes are a honey brown, my aunt always tells me that my eyes could melt anyone’s heart. On my hand I have a birthmark shaped like the moon, my dad used to call me Luna, my name is Andrea Bane Blackmoon. My mom died when I was five. My father told me it was in a car crash, since then I try to avoid automobiles. My father died two weeks ago, he was acting kind of weird when we were driving to my Aunt Blaze’s house, as he said goodbye I had an odd feeling that it would be for good, I didn’t argue, I didn’t complain, my aunt said I took it like a woman, I disagree I blame myself for his death I could have stopped him, the next day we got a phone call, it was the police station they had found his body, it was seemingly half eaten by wolves. From that day on I loathed them when I saw them hatred ran through my veins, after a while…. I welcomed it.
Once again I had the terrifying dream that was the slaughter of my dad by wolves, and once again the wolves bit and scratched me until I bled. Once again I woke with matching wounds.
One day on my way home from the market as I was walking by a thicket of brush I heard a whimpering sound.
“Must be some sort of dog.” I mumbled.
“Owwwwwwwwww” a voice moaned.
I must be going crazy, I thought for there was nobody in sight, but then I remembered the voice from the thicket. I cautiously tiptoed over to the thicket, under a prickly bramble bush was a scrawny brown puppy…. no that was a wolf pup not a dog!
“Little devil, now I can take revenge!”I laughed.
“Water.” mumbled the wolf.
“Last time I checked wolves don’t speak English… must have imagined it” I thought aloud
