Vivian Voliclare

I stood looking in the mirror. My reflection was blurry from the tears i had been crying. I looked away in shame and walked into my bathroom running a brush throgh my thick curly black hair. Why am I so misunderstood? I hadnt meant to kill the baby... it was crawling away from its den so I had simply tried to return it. I looked myself in the eyes staring blankly into my own bright yellow eyes. I was devastated.
  A few nights ago I had been prowling the streets in my wolf form when i saw a dog walking lost so i tried to pick it up by its scruff but i bit to hard. I panicked and tried to bury the body.
  A woman saw me burrying it and screamed running off into the night so now i was hiding in an abandoned home. Hiding from my own family.
  I decided to leave the house. Life was hard so i walked out silently and looked at the full moon.
  My bones cracked and i fell to my hands and knees and where i ounce was standing as a human i was now a wolf. I had white fur with black spots and a black ring around my right eye. I trotted down the street, leaving my clothes behind.
After walking about a mile i grew tired and heard a strange whimpering noise. Walking a bit farther into a dark, smelly alley, i found a box. A box full of little black balls of fur. wolf puppies!
  I couldnt just leave them there. so grabbing the box in my mouth i pulled and pulled. The box weighed a good 50 lbs. But I was strong and kept pulling. Pulling that box of pups all the way back to my house.
  I looked closely at the pups. 2 males and a female. I thoght silently of names. Alan...Cecilia...and William. I smiled to myself and nodded with pleasure then carefully tipping over the box the pups scrambled out and i lay down so they could nurse.

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A few weeks later a man came to my house. He knew what i was. It was my brother Lucas. He explained that the pups i had found and nursed...now my babies, were destined to grow up and save Transylvania from an evil pack of wolves whoes leaders name was Jalgar. I gasped slightly at the news and sat down to let it all sink in.
  My babies were heroes and I didnt even know it.
  And I realized, looking at my babies, Alan, Cecelia, and William that if that faithful night if I have not saved them then all of Transylvania would have no future. And I also realized that, if I hadnt have raised and saved them many innocent people would have died.
  I was a hero.


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Id like to dedicate this story to my dog Crystal Chandelier. On Friday, August 15th I have to get her put to sleep due to a brain tumor. RIP Crystal. See you at Rainbow Bridge someday.


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