A Dark Story

“Human?” Axel repeated, sure he must have heard her wrong.

How could she have possibly been born human?

“Yes,” Alice replied.

“That’s not possible,” Axel said. “I mean, I know it is possible, but no… every human that has been turned has either been driven mad or died in the process of their first shift.”

“That’s true,” she said. “But, there are exceptions, it seems. From what I understand, two particular factors make me different from the other humans that have had the wolf introduced. The first is that I was a child at the time of my first shift, and my body was more able to adapt to the change.”

Axel’s eyes widened, and he stood. He clenched his jaw angrily and paced alongside the bed.

She was only eight years old when they met at the Blood Moon.

He took a deep breath, pushing it out as he looked at her with pain and anger.

Axel struggled to say the words. Finally, he licked his lips and closed his eyes.

“Goddess… Alice… you were a child….”