Heather ran as fast as she could. If only she was not a werewolf. Heather was not the typical werewolf. She has powers, and Heather wasn't proud of it. Heather's parents were after her. The dark werewolves had already destroyed her brother, ripped out his throat. Her grandmother, Stormi, stayed at home trying to heal her grandson. Heather knew it would not work. The hurricane would not stop. It kept chasing Heather. It roared in anger. It was like it had a mouth that ate everything in it's way. Heather could run no longer. She had run for a long time, way out of the werewolf state. Werewolves were not allowed to go out of the werewolf state. Heather ran for a few more seconds. She was right on the top of a cliff. Her legs felt like noodles. She closed her eyes, trying to remember her last moments with her brother and grandmother. She howled in fear. The hurricane picked her up. It has a baby bit of off language, but I hope you enjoy!