<div align="center">(http://aenniemal.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/mensch-wolf.jpg?w=480&amp;h=345)</div><br/>Many years ago a strange magic-storm occurred, ley-lines stretched, broke and whipped about the world lashing at each other before they reknitted again into a new order. Such ley-storms were recorded in history but no scholars took them seriously and none were prepared, luckily most of the strange phenomena occurred about places no civilization dwelt however Rachael was no so lucky. While lost as a girl during this time she followed the whimpering sounds of large proud dying wolf.<br/><br/>Only to find it entangled in magic threads which seemed to appear from the earth and sky at the same time. For hours it moaned and tears of empathy fell from her cheeks. While it was being electrocuted with magical energies their gaze locked, and unspoken understanding dawned - a race of man - a race of wolf - bitter enemies bonded as one was powerless to help but yearned to , the other aware its suffering was not of a kind even humans intend.<br/><br/>Finally once the ley-lines released their grip the wolf fell down to the soil and began to pant its last breaths. Watching it suffering for so long made Rachael long to give the wolf final moments of peace and calmly spoke to it while patting hopelessly seeing its life force flicker away.<br/><br/>The magical energies however had not left the creature and while Rachael slept her own soul moved into the body of the male wolf while her own human body was taken by death instead.<br/><br/>The result was a alpha male wolf much stronger than most, ageless and unique.  But what became increasingly more dominate was the lead-wolfs own urges, and Rachael soon found her own mind wrestling for control of what body she had. Her soul's only freedom became simply occasional use of her voice.