Noemi stood alone in the evening forest; the crisp smell of Autumn tickling her nose, the crunch of leaves beneath her feet, and a fog so thick you were able to slice straight through with a knife. She wore only her day clothes which consisted of only a tight pair of pale gray skinny jeans, and a corset - type blouse. As night fell, you'd think she would wear some type of night clothing. However, she did not. Her night clothing wasn't clothing at all. It was a thick, yet soft reddish - brown pelt.<br/><br/>You see, Noemi wasn't just your average gal. She was a shifter of the wolf, a werewolf to some, by birthright. Looking up to the evening sky, it glistened with the hundreds of thousands of stars. She noticed not only that but the pale, yellow October full moon lit the earth beneath her.<br/><br/>Noemi feared of her change. She did things she couldn't remember doing, things she didn't wish to remember doing. Most of the time, the taste of animal's blood would be thick within throat. She knew she had killed that night, but nothing compared to what she did almost a year ago. Awaking soon after her shift as she always did, the taste wasn't of anything she'd ever experience before. It was a sweet, delicious taste she couldn't put her finger on. After moons and moons, Noemi finally figured out what the taste was. It was of a humans. She had killed a human, so at least she though. All the proof was before her; the taste of a humans blood, the shredded clothing of a male in her forest, and his scent wrapped on her pelt.<br/><br/>Tonight, she dreaded her change. Noemi refused to welcome this, to embrace it. So, tonight, she sat by the end of a tree trunk, leaning against it as she sighed, closing her amber eyes. If Noemi was to change tonight, she'd do it unwillingly. There she sat; waiting for either a miracle or something far more sinister.