Freya wimmpered in fear and backed off. SHe'd been hurt too many times by vampires, half the time by those she was trying to help. Why had she come here alone... it was stupid of her. The war may be over but vampires still loved to kill her kind for sport. She sank as low as she could into the shadows. Freya considered turning into her human form at least then she'd be able to cram into a smaller space. But was there time? there was nothing worse than being attacked mid shift. If you survived you had an 80% chance of being for ever stuck in the void half way between wolf form and human form, not to mention the constant agoney that caused being trapped like that. Most werewolves comminted sucide within days of that happening. But on the same Hand  Freya wasn't a fighter, and it was easier to hide in human form. She desided to risk it and bit dow hard on her lips so she wouldn't yelp out as her bones broke and re-shapped. After long painful mintiues she was in human form and didn't think he'd seen her. Freya curled into a ball and pushed herself into a whole under a tree. as a human she was about five foot, average weight and had a very feminine form. Her eyes, well as she was a pure breed werewolf, aka born out of two weres rather than being turned into one, were constantly in their wolf form. As for her chest, she would drive a man crazy with it. As always after the  change she was competely naked and the night was cold, very cold.