Two months later, having spent a number of moments in the southern part of Arleta, a dangerous zone in Scotland. I discovered I had been destined to be wild, seeing that the place was dark and dreadful like a forest. I had been accustomed to a den but I wasn't that hurt by anything of the aura.
How I had survived those times was a wonder, dangling in my heart as I looked up to the sky on a certain snowy day. It was a change of atmosphere and I came out of my new abode, trying to spy the sudden event.
Suddenly, the wolf in me started to come out, as the full moon appeared very slowly, spilling thicker darkness in the clouds and turning the underneath houses obscure. I began to shift, my memory rustling in my head.
In a twinkling of an eye, some deadly wolves added to the noise of the
