The wolves circled around me in the circle my Grandmama told me about. One facing inwards, watching me with it's big, black eyes. The other's facing outwards, teeth bared and claws out, like they were preparing for a duel. Their fur a delicate silver, it shines the light of the moon. They watch the woods around me. Scanning as they waited for me to change, or to watch for the Orisha's wolves. A sudden gust of pain filled my leg and my body started to twitch. When it finally settled down, another gasp as a aftershock of pain washed over me.

My tears tasted like salt when some would fall in my mouth, the rest would go in a stream down the rest of my face and drop onto the mud on the ground underneath me. My clothes wet from the rain and tears. My hair wet, and sticking to my face. The mud being crushed under my fingers, trying to atleast will some of the pain away from my wound...and my broken heart.

My whole body shoke as the last of my cries evacuated me, leaving me still and silent. The only sounds around me were the sound or rain hitting every surface of an object.

A howl was heard in the distance. The woods was not a safe place to be. Not at night. All that was in the woods at night was death and horror. The possibility that your bones would be found burried under the soil after the meat was gone and the only sign of another thing being there was teeth marks. But you'd have to go through whole lot of pain as the wolves ripped at your flesh and ate them while you were alive. Slowly dying, they would dig a grave for you, and drag you in. The only thing they would leave were your eyes and heart. Your eyes so you could see the night one last time before you were lost under the ground. And your heart, so that even when your dead, you would still feel the pain of heart break. The wolves we have in our world, are not like your's, you see. Our wolves are our enemies. They crawl around at night, waiting for their next victim. But, that is only the Orisha Tribe's wolves. The Terabeeche Tribe's wolves hunt down the humans and bite them. After they do, they form a protective circle around you, so that while you change, no harm will come to you. If you do not survive the change, they eat you and pay their respects by putting your bones in a river, and howl at the moon. A silent prayer.

What is the Change, you ask? Well, to make it simple, you turn into a werewolf. Here in the world of Canera, all the myths, come to life.