hi! this is a really random prologue i wrote. i have no idea what story i should write it for so i'm open to ideas. i was just reading a book which had a really cool character who was a loup-garou (kinda like a werewolf for those of you who don't know) and i randomly decided i wanted to write a story about a teenage loup-garou. this is wht came out of it. it's just a prologue and i have an idea of the main character but i don't know what should happen to her. i'm open to ideas. anyways, tell me if you like it. enjoy. :)


Prologue

A cold wind blew through the forest, rustling the leaves on it’s many trees. The crescent-moon shone brightly in the starry sky, though nulled by the nearby city lights. An owl perched on the branches of an oak near the edge of the forest.

The owl sat watchfully scanning the forest floor, hopefully, for an unsuspecting mouse or two to bring back for her family. She heard it before she saw it, her highly-trained ears picking up the sound of the heavily padded footsteps of a large animal running in her direction.

The animal was a tracker and would regularly have been able to make their footsteps inaudible, but tonight it was not trying and the owl need not strain to hear it approaching.

The owls eyes widened in surprise as the creature strolled into view. She had been expecting a stay dog – a fox maybe – but never would she have expected to see what she now beheld; a great black wolf. She had never before seen such a creature as they were not native to this area. It’s fur was as black as the night, as if darkness itself had had contained itself within this creature. The wolf turned it’s head, fur blowing in the wind, muzzle quirked in a wolfish grin. It’s golden eyes shone bright as the moon itself. It looked majestically calm and wise yet also rebellious – wild and free.

The wolf, almost lazily, receded into the shadows of the trees, blending in like a chameleon to its’ surroundings, so that all the owl could see was its’ shadow, reflecting onto the forest floor by the moons’ pallor. As the owl watched the shadow, a most wondrous and terrifying scene unfolded before her eyes.

The wolf, quickly, began to change shape. Its’ body grew taller as well as its’ legs. It stood up on it’s haunches to finish the transformation. It had all happened within a couple of seconds. Then it stepped out of the shadows.

The owl found herself looking at a teenage girl, no more than seventeen human years of age. She had long black hair, as wild as the wolfs’ fur. Her eyes, though not the same gold as the wolfs’, were a just as piercing grey. She was dressed all in black – jeans and a sweater. Still grinning, her hair blowing in her face, she looked as wild and fierce as the wolf had. Longingly, she looked back into the depths of the forest, then turned and ran towards the city lights.

Perching stock-still on a branch, the owl stared after the girl. She was shocked to her core. She had heard tales of the loup-garou, but never once believed them to be true.

The owl was jolted from her shock by the sound of a squirrel scampering underfoot. She looked around her once more, then spread her wings and soared off into the night.