The tears falling from my small chubby cheeks, the loud painful howls that came every night made my mind go mad.
I wanted it to stop I wanted to hear the happy birds again not the sad howling coming from outside my dark cold room.
In each passing day, I felt parts of me grow stronger. My Senses grew, my eyes adjusted to the dark almost like I was looking around me while it was daylight, but even after all these abilities I was given, I still didn't want this. Not at all.
The screams, and yells that came after the howls broke my heart. I cried, even screamed for help but no one came. No one helped
I soon figured out something. Something I didn't know until I looked closer to everything around me. The memory of the horrifying things I've heard made me cry more.
Those cries were not from people, those screams were not from someone outside the dark empty room I once called home.
The sad howls were not from a wolf who lost everything they loved or a wolf who howls in pain after a fight with there mate.
Instead, it was from me.