Stella took a deep breath of the fresh air. It was soothing and calm. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a forest. The trees swaying gently. Birds calling in the distance. All was peaceful. All was how she wanted it. Then, something caught her eye. The moon. It was full and glowing brightly like a spotlight. She felt her body twinge and stretch as her transformation began. A cry erupted from the bottom of her gut as she fought to keep control of her emotions. Above her, the moon seemed to be getting, bigger and bigger before soon she was blinded by it's light. She cried out as it came faster towards and she prepared for the worst...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Stella!?"</span><br/><br/>Once again her eyes flew open, but she found herself staring at wooden roof.<br/><br/>"My goodness child. You've been sleeping for hours!"<br/><br/>A breeze brushed against her cheek and she finally realized it had only been a dream. Her window was wide open and the trees outside rustled as another gust of wind flew by. A knock came at her bedroom door, "Stella? Are you alright?" She swung her legs over the edge and shivered as her bare feet touched the cold wooden floor.<br/><br/>"Yes, Father! I'm awake." she hurried over to the door and opened finding herself face to face with Father Richard her foster parent, "I guess I was just tired."<br/><br/>"Tired is right! It's one in the afternoon, you better get on some clean clothes and boots and go for a walk. You can't stay looked up here all day." he pushed his glasses up and tried to organize the mess of papers in his arms, "Someone will be coming to see me at one thirty, so hurry up!" he turned away and started down the hall, "Don't you get into any trouble!!" he yelled before closing his office door.<br/><br/>Stella grinned then went back into her room and picked out some clean clothes to wear. She then tied a bandana over her ears to conceal them from view and slipped her boots on. Once she was satisfied of her look, she leapt down the stairs into the lobby of the church and stepped outside into warm summer air.<br/><br/>The street seemed particularly quiet that afternoon and she couldn't help but wonder why, but no matter the case she started down the road at a casual jog towards the downtown area.<br/><br/>She wasn't in a rush, but she always loved hearing and seeing the sights and sounds of the city. It was exciting, thrilling even, but she wished she had someone to share it with. It was quite awful being alone, Father Richard had told her that it would be best for her to stay clear from people. If word got out that she was werewolf things would not end well for her. Although, Stella always wondered why her family never said anything, perhaps they did still care for her or maybe it was just because they did not want to think of it ever again. She quickly tossed those thoughts aside not wanting to recall those awful memories and focused on the present.<br/><br/>As she passed by the newpaper kiosk she saw the words:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">HAUNTED BY MCDOWELL BOY?</span></span><br/><br/>She raised an eyebrow and walked up to the stand, "A haunting?" she whispered picking up the paper.<br/><br/>"Ah yes! Isn't that interesting?" she looked up at the man who worked in the kiosk, "Of course it's not here in this city, it's the little town just north of here. A boy there died." Stella looked down at the paper again as the man pointed to his name, "Martin McDowell. They were getting mysterious 911 phone calls and people said they could hear him yelling on the street he used to live on." Stella snarled,<br/>"But that's ridiculous!"<br/>"Yes, but it's more fun when you believe in ridiculous things like that. Now are you going to buy it or not?" Stella shook her head, "Then get out of here!" he snatched the paper of her hands and shooed her away.<br/><br/><br/>Stella took a seat on a bench in the park and watched people go by.<span style="font-style: italic">Who would believe such a thing?</span>she thought to herself,<span style="font-style: italic">Well, I guess it's kind of ridiculous that I'm a werewolf. Who would be that?Maybe it is true then.</span>A couple went by hand in hand and Stella couldn't help but feel a little jealous of them. She sighed and took a moment to relax then started to walk home.<span style="font-style: italic">I wonder what Father will think about it.</span>