Nina

~Prologue~
Werewolves.
No one notices the subtitle magic in their lives. Hell muggles don’t notice huge magical events that surround them everyday. Muggles are constantly avoiding the truth and using logic to give them answers to the strange and unusual things that occur. Yet so many muggles are interested in “fantasy” particularly vampires. Yet so few have told the stories of werewolves. Let alone my story.
My story is an unusual one. I was made; or rather I received the bite as a child. My transformations were horrible to watch and even worse to go through. I could feel my body rapidly changing from human to wolfish. My face was the first thing that I felt change. My nose lengthens, my brow sink back, and my teeth grow sharper and more numerous. Then the rest of me would change. My hands and feet curl into paws, my legs grow more bandy, fur would rise out of my skin, and my tailbone lengthened. In the end I was a snow-white werewolf pup.
As I grew older the pain seemed to intensify and my fur changed from white to gray. I lived my whole life in a quiet all magical village in Pennsylvania, but even there, no one could do anything. There was no cure for my condition. Once a month I was taken to a storm cellar that my father had fitted with an iron door. I knew that my parents were doing the right thing but it was frustrating to feel a hunger that I couldn’t satisfy. The lack of human pray to hunt forced me to bite and claw myself. In the morning shame replaced my hunger and I would go to the healer to have the bites and scratches removed.
However when I turned eleven I had a new hunger that was completely human. I wanted to go to school. I hadn’t really had many friends growing up because of what I was. I knew that there was not a whole lot of hope for me to go to the Liberty Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but I functioned on the small chance that I could go for months. Then one summer morning, all my hopes came true. I received my letter.
This is where my story really begins.


~Nina Artimis Lewisham