Was I a burden? Why was I left in a forest on my own? Those questions have run through my head since I can remember. My life was dangerous. Living in a forest was not safe, especially when other werewolf's, such as myself, attack me. Why? What have I done to them? I didn't know why I stay living in the forest. It draws me in. The beauty of the trees and their green leaves. The lovely swishing noise when the wind is rough. It was a magnet and I was the metal. So I continued to live where danger lurks around every corner. I just hope there won't be a day that I fail to protect myself.