• Full Moon out tonight,
    To me such a lovely sight,
    And when my bones start to ache,
    A wolf's form I will take.

    The Change rippling through me,
    When in my true form I'm free,
    Howling to the moon, my master,
    Pushing myself to run faster.

    I hear them whisper, perfect voices,
    Wondering what's making the noises,
    Their skin a sickly pale, I wrinkle my nose,
    My pure enemies, my eternal foes.

    One of them sees me,
    "The wolf, that's what's creeping.",
    She smirks, the others turn,
    Ripping them apart, that's what I yearn.

    A low rumble radiates from my chest,
    'Come and get me. Do your best.',
    The others approach, she sticks her hand up,
    "What a feisty young pup."

    She steps closer, I back away,
    "What are you scared? Come out and play."
    My hackles on end,
    'I'm not going to, you're not my friend.'

    I hear another rumble, coming from behind,
    "Oh, she's got back-up, a pack is normally so hard to find."
    The rumble grew louder into a full-blown growl,
    'Who's there, and when and how?'

    WILL FINISH LATER!!!