Like a ghost in the night, I attack on a full moon. My red eyes glow fiercely with eternal rage. People see me as the symbol of death itself. They can run, but they can't hide. But this is not what I want. I was a normal girl. Growing up at an orphanage, homeschooled until I turned 14. My name is Grace. And this is my story. You may see me as a monster. But that is not what I am. Give me a chance to explain...