Alana was sitting by a tree reading a book. It was a habit of hers to read. She loved this story. It reminded her of her humanity which she missed dearly. She thought of the life she missed out on and hissed. She would catch that traightor who turned her. She would kill him if her life depended on it. She looked around her territory. She sniffed the air and sighed. It was about time to walk her line and see if anyone who dosent belong was invading. Stupid wolves should be destroyed.

She got up and began her daily jog around her property.