Sat on his bed, Stephen could sense the young werewolves getting uneasy, the Full moon was comming and some of the new wolves were scared about their first transformation, some of the slightly older wolves were telling them it was so excrutiating that most of them probably wouldn't survive, stephen knew this to be false.

Stephen was a great Alpha wolf, and all the wolves knew it. Stephen rose to his feet and strode away from his bed, he headed outside and looked around, the clan of wolves had been banished to this forrest because of the acts of his father hundreds of years ago.

the wind began to glow, making Stephen's hair blow in the breeze, Stephen's eyes glistened in the dark, the vibrant silver was a becon of who he was, all of the werewolves knew who he was because of his vibrant silver eyes. Stephen looked to the sky, the moon almost full. and then the screams began, childrens screams that sounded like they were comming from kids just into puberty.

"And so it begins" stephen muttered under his breath.


[ open for all werewolves ]