I wrote this back a while ago, probably two years, but I like Wolf, and I like the story, but if you want it to continue, you 'll havta tell me so.
Wolf's World

White-blonde hair trailing in the wind, I ran. My long legs carried me swiftly as I bolted, running away from the people who intend to capture me But they hadn't counted on what was coming next. My long legs grew shorter, my front legs expanded outward, my beautifully shaped nose grew long and thick, my ears shifted back on his head, and I grew short white-blonde fur all along my now powerfully muscled body. I had become the wolf once more.

Hi. I'm Wolf. I don't know why my mother would name me that, but maybe she knew. I lead an everyday life. I go to school for five very boring days a week, where learn absolutely nothing of importance. The high school I attend isn't all that fancy, you might even say it's kinda run down. But to me, it's home. Now any normal kid is going: School, home? What kind of crazy psycho are you? Well, let me tell you my story.

Here I am, walking home, minding my own business, when these guys come up and start hassling me. Now I'm not saying that I cant take em', but there were like five of them and one of me.

Oh! Another thing. I'm not exactly popular for my own reasons, which is why I was walking home alone, but you'll find the reasons out in a tiny bit .

Okay, back to the story. These guys come up, right, and I'm all like, "Woah, I don't want no trouble", but they just kept on bothering me. So I'm forced to take some action or I'm gonna get my butt kicked here. So I feel my body reach deep down and I feel a presence within me. Well, I need any kind of help I can get, anything at all, and I need it now. So I take hold of the presence, and I drag it up. First I don't feel anything, right, and these guys have just thrown me to the ground and started kicking me.

This is where have to tell you that I'm kinda not a fighter. I don't like confrontation, and this really appeals to these guys that like to fight.

Well, I'm taking my pounding like a man (which really means I am lying on the ground getting the crap kicked out of me. ) and I feel this power ask me if I need help, and I'm like "Yeah! Of course I need help."

Well, all of the sudden there is this, I don't know, tingly feeling and I feel my whole body changing. I'm talking major change, not like puberty changes... Anyway. So my legs are shrinking, but only in thickness, and my arms are stretching and becoming like my legs. If that wasn't weird enough, I can feel my face like, exploding outward, and now its more like a snout than a nose. My ears start moving backwards to the top of my head rather than the sides, and I can feel all this fur growing on me. Then there was the power. Muscles on top of muscles form on my shoulders and thighs, running down my back and all over. It was amazing.

Anyway. I then got this sudden urge to bay at the moon, which I immediately do, and find that my voice is gone. Well, the look on the guys faces is so comical that I start laughing, but my body dosent obey. The guys turn tail and run, causing the presence to force me to run after them. I now find out that I can run amazingly fast, faster than they can. I circle around them and close in on the other side, causing much confusion and panic. They split up and all run in different directions, and I run after the leader type guy, the one who started the attack.

He trips halfway down the alley we are traveling through, which is hey, great for me. He's on his stomach when he realizes that I'm right behind him, which causes him to turn onto his butt, and attempt to pull himself away using his weak arms. I slow, stalking as a tiger would having cornered it's prey, and lick my chops. Hehe. This causes the guy to squeal like a girl, which makes me laugh all over again.

Okay, so far I haven't actually been doing any of this; its like my body now has a mind of its own. But when I feel myself licking sharp, jagged teeth, and I look at the fear in this guy's eyes again, I know something is very wrong. Yet I'm still moving closer to his trembling body. I can see all sorts of movement I now notice, like I know there is a mouse cowering under a leaf to my far left and a grasshopper just jumped over the nearest fence. But none of this interests me apparently. I still stalk toward the guy, still licking my lips, and wondering to myself what the hell I'm doing. Once again, I search for the presence, finding it in front of my brain, in what I like to think of now as the driver's seat. I take hold of it and wrench it free of my mind. "Look, what do you think you are doing?" I ask it.

" I'm doing you a favor," It snarled at me. Now apparently, all of what was going on in our minds was happening to the body too, and must have looked very odd, because the attacker got up and ran. "That would have been the last time you would have seen that one." it gestured toward the side alley the guy had just run down.

" Yeah, and it would have been the last time I spoke to anyone in this city." I retorted snidely, shaking my head slowly.

"Well... then, I'm leaving." he snarled, and suddenly, he was gone, and my body was returning to normal.

So, that's how I first met the other wolf. The wolf inside me. Now you understand why I'm solitary. Oh yeah! I didn't tell you why I live in the school, well....

After the first attack, they kept coming. Up until I moved into the basement of the school I lived in an orphanage because my mother and father died when I was extremely young. So young, I don't remember anything about them. Well, anyway. There were more of them. And once or twice they followed me home. At the time I was only sixteen, and I couldn't choose to live anywhere but in the orphanage. So when they came, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't seem to find the other wolf inside me, and they were hurting the other, smaller children. After they came for the second time, I had to leave. I couldn't have them coming and hurting anyone else all because they wanted me. So I was gone. I just left. And I heard afterwards that they didn't return after word had spread that I wasn't living there anymore. Now I live in fear. The wolf returned to me that night, after all the aggression. Now I live in the school basement.

So, that's my story, and now I find myself endlessly running from them. They'll chase me forever, they tell me. So I stay away from other people now. People who they would hurt to get me. They don't attack me during school or on school grounds, but they think anywhere else is fair game. I guess we're up to the challenge.