=Niven’s Wolf=
It was a summer night, I remember when I first heard Niven in my head. He was confused, scared, and like a newborn pup. The world exposed itself in new ways to him and for the first time he was seeing everything that had been left hidden. Back during those old barbaric days of transformations it was the new pups job to find the one who turned them.
I don’t remember anything before waking up to the sound of a roaring fire. An old woman with feathers on her neck and a crow’s skull in her hair was leaning over us. She held out a coal from the fire placing it on our still open wounds.
“Don’t move Niven.” It was a very old voice and I knew Niven had known her for a very long time. She was someone to him, but the moment that hot coal touched our skin I couldn’t let me sit by
