Hairy paws hit the ground in a never ceasing rhythm.
Running beneath the light of the moon,
She is free.
Her transformation came upon her
In a wave of sensation.
Her ears pricked as she haunts the night.
Howling wolves surround her,
The pack unites and welcomes her home.
They are her one true family.
Lycanthrope,
The people call her,
Their minds blinded by fear.
All she knows is that she is a wolf,
Trapped inside the human skin
Waiting for the moon to release her.
