Beautiful Ocean Moon

I can remember the first time I began to think I was more than just a human among a pack of werewolves. I was eight years old and living with my aunt and uncle in their pack. They are both delta ranked and had taken me in when mother died. My aunt was not actually my aunt, she had been one of my mother's best friends but my mother never told her who my father was and so she took me in as her niece and my uncle simply accepted it. Two weeks before my ninth birthday there was a demonic attack on the village, and I had run with the other children to the teachers to be safe. However, the demons had gotten to us a lot faster than anyone had expected and instead of defending us all one of the teachers had grabbed me and literally threw me back towards the demons. “You will slow those vile creatures down so we may have a chance.” She had shouted as she did, so the venom dripping from her words. I began crying, absolutely terrified of the demons, so I closed my eyes and waited for the attack but before they could our warriors had managed to get to us. Once I saw them, I took off running but this time I ran to the trees hoping I could climb to safety but before I could even start climbing, I was snatched by my collar and thrown to the ground. Looking up I saw a demon hissing at me. I remember screaming stay back, leave me alone but the creature kept advancing on me.