She Wolf

The Howls at Midnight

There it is again.
That sound that indicated midnight.
That faint but definite echoing sound of a howl. It sounded so far, yet so close at the same time. I've sat here and waited for it. It couldn't be more perfect in a night like this one. The moon hung high in the sky and illuminated everything below it in its powdery white glow. It made my skin look paler than it really is. My purple hair glistened in the white glow. My golden eyes would be sparkling if I had them open. The breeze was just right. It sent shivers down my spine and I felt stray hairs brushing across my face. I opened my eyes and frowned when I saw that I was still here in this wide open field, and not there in the woods in front of me, having the luxury of howling back at the moon. From my spot in this open field away from the village of vampires, I have the perfect view of the moon and of the lush woods. The woods is strictly werewolf territory. I'm not allowed to go there, the Tyrants said so. I am the only werewolf allowed in vampire territory.
Why?
Simply because I was kidnapped from my pack. I'm not an aggressive wolf. I don't even know to howl. In fact, I'm afraid to even try. I'm not a wolf here, I'm a scared little puppy trying to be violently trained to become a traitor. The only time I'm a wolf is when I get permission to go to wolf territory on a task. I'm expected to gather information about my own kind- perhaps some plans about ambushing, or the plans to kill the next vampire leader- things like that. When I get permission to go back, I'm told to stay out of sight at all costs. They warned me that the werewolves would never accept me back and they could possibly kill me since I practically live in vampire territory. I never thought it was fair, but I do as I'm told anyway.
I do gather some insight, but that doesn't mean I'll give the information very easily. I may never be accepted back into the pack again, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm one of them.
Oh man, I would never actually say that...
One criticizing word about the Tyrant's 'training' sessions and I'll be in more pain.
Even though the Tyrants say that I'm basically a traitor and an 'anti wolf', I retaliate by having to be interrogated for the information. Mavis- the vampire who has looked after me since I was kidnapped- has told me that my loyalty to my kind definitely defines me as a wolf. We are very loyal, I know that much, but we are also aggressive and strong. I am not aggressive or strong, but Mavis says I'm strong.
This war between vampires and werewolves has gone on for longer than I can remember. I've always wondered if there would ever be peace. Am I the only one who still thinks about peace? Am I the only one who's ever thought about peace? Does that too, not make me a real werewolf? I sighed at the thought, but coughed a bit afterwards. This iron collar is so tight. It does its job well. It's meant to prevent me from becoming a werewolf. It'll choke me in my wolf form, since my being becomes much larger as a wolf. I stood up from my spot on the ground, not realizing that one of the Tyrants was watching me. I'm out passed my permitted time. The only good thing about this neck restraint was that it made it a little harder for the vampires to bite my neck. There's a lot of things I'm not allowed to do, and hearing the howls at midnight was one of them. Although, I never knew why.