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My name is Scarlet Williams, I'm currently twenty-one years old and I live in a girls' boarding school, where I was left in front of the door inside a box when I was a newborn, so it's already clear that I never had the presence of my parents in my life.

I was kept at the boarding school by the benevolence of the parents of some girls who also lived there, they felt sorry for themselves when they found out about the sad story of the little girl cruelly abandoned without any chances of survival if she was not welcomed at the boarding school. That's what the aunts at school told them to feel sorry for and pay for my studies.

I had an extremely high quality education with excellent teachers and I can say that my ability to learn new things helped a lot, so much so that for this reason I had done so well with my studies and extracurricular activities.

As I grew up, my classmates made it clear the charity that their parents did for me, I felt ashamed having to appeal to people's pity, none of them had the duty to help me by paying for my stay at the boarding school, after all I had no kind of related to them, but I knew I needed their financial help to keep me in an environment that would be a thousand times better than an orphanage.

I had to swallow my pride for pure survival, I learned from a colleague who had been adopted how bad the orphanages are, the children and teenagers kept there were often neglected and, unfortunately, many of them were mistreated.

I get goosebumps just imagining it.

If you asked me if I miss my parents I would reply by saying how is it possible to miss what I never had? Even though for most of my childhood I had the illusion that my parents would walk through the school door, look at me, hug me and say that everything was going to be okay, that there had been a misunderstanding or that they were simply sorry.

After all, in a child's mind apologizing would be enough, as long as she didn't have to be alone again. But now it's different, I don't have all that naivety and it wouldn't do any good for them to show up after so long saying they regret it, nothing would change the lack I felt of having a maternal and paternal presence in my life.

I can't be a hypocrite and say that I didn't have love, because I had a lot of it, all the aunts were very loving and protective, especially Aunt Maria, a foul-mouthed and crazy lady who was without a doubt the best cook at the boarding school.

She was even the one who had chosen my name, in addition to having helped me a lot when I needed to choose one among so many other surnames. She liked the way Williams sounded, so I didn't think twice about choosing him.

I was nineteen when I turned into a wolf for the first time, I was completely desperate when I found out what I really was, besides not having the slightest idea how I was going to deal with it, after all, it's not like I had a manual on how to be a wolf. werewolf.

Days passed before I adapted, at first it was extremely difficult to control the transformation, so I locked myself in the room with some excuse of indisposition. I had to learn to deal with it on my own and today I can assure you that I managed to overcome everything with as much maturity as possible, while others would freak out, not me, I simply accepted that that was my destiny and maybe later on I would find out why.

My wolf is called Luna and I say and say that she is incredibly beautiful with fur as white as snow and eyes as blue as the sky, not to mention her temperament that suddenly changes from water to wine. The only one who knows about my secret is Aunt Maria, who had a little outbreak at first, but until she adapted well to my wolf. I still remember questions from her after she was calmer.

- You're not going to go howling at the moon right? Or eat raw and bloody meat?- she makes a face when she utters the last word- heavens, are you going to go into heat?- her face turns into despair, to soon start devising plans for me to take my "getaways", words from the same .

One of the things that never left my mind was a dream that I had year after year since I can remember, where a beautiful man looks at me, a look that conveyed peace and tranquility, he was firm and at the same time kind, he looked me as if I were something splendid, as if I were really important to you and that moved me in an inexplicable way.

I tried for years to convince myself that this was just a dream and that a man like him would never look at me that way, that I would never even know him. But even though time had passed and I had never even seen him, which was obvious since he didn't exist, I couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt to have his eyes on me.

Well, forgetting this man a little, something that is really difficult, a great passion of my life is cars, I started to love them from the moment that a friend's mother took us for a ride in one of them, it was in that moment I realized I needed to learn to drive as soon as I was old enough to do so.

It was exactly what I did two years later when I was already of the right age, I ran away from boarding school to take classes with a woman full of piercings and tattoos, whom I met when I was in the distance admiring some cars that participated in street races - what more to forward I came to find out that they were illegal- and that he offered to teach me.

Of course I didn't accept it at first, after all I was a complete stranger, but as the days went by and I returned to see the splits, even from afar, I realized that she was one of the best runners and that mixed with my enthusiasm made me accept her proposal.

It wasn't as easy as it seemed, but after I got used to it I felt I could drive even with my eyes closed, when I was racing I finally felt free and that's why I participated in my first race, I used Clarissa's car- the tattooed one- who was an extremely powerful Mustang GT. It was my first of many victories and how surprised I was to learn that I could make money with it, I saw the opportunity there to start walking with my own legs.

And here I am, freshly turned twenty-one and with a lot of money in my account that I'm going to use to settle down in a town called Black, yes, strange name for a town, but I'm a wolf and what's stranger than that? that it?

I chose this city for an inexplicable reason, I was looking at the map when my eyes landed on it, I felt as if this place was calling me, as if I had finally found my home. For that reason tomorrow I would be leaving for there.

This city waits for me.

Following day:

I wake up with the alarm clock ringing and then I turn it off intending to go back to sleep, I feel tired and probably hadn't slept at all. I close my eyes starting to count sheep, but then I startle remembering that today I will go to the new city.

She jumped out of bed, but like the perfect klutz that I am, I bump into a chest of drawers that was in the way and curse loudly when it drops the alarm clock right on top of my foot.

- Where's the thief? For God's sake, please don't hurt her, I'll go in her place, I'm old but I'm pure, never touched by any man, I've got everything well maintained, plus I can pole dance- imagine a lady of almost sixty dressed up in a nightgown, with curlers in her hair and a broom in her hand, screaming in my room for a supposed burglar and of course she wouldn't see, forgot her glasses in her room or anywhere else. I couldn't resist and started laughing to the point of having to bend over with the twinge in my stomach I felt.

- I never imagined that a malefactor had such a scandalous laugh - I stopped laughing at the time, what was that lady implying?

- What do you mean my laugh is scandalous, Dona Maria?- I said sullenly going to turn on the light when I saw her despair in still trying to hit the thief with the broom, she probably hadn't understood that the perpetrator of the scandalous laugh was me.

- Scarlet? You scared me girl - he said trying to hit me with the blessed broom, while she tried to dodge me.

- It wasn't my intention aunt, I just bumped into the bed, the alarm clock fell and the rest you already know - I thank you mentally when she puts that broom to the side looking at me with half-closed eyes.

- As you are clumsy girl, now go get ready, while I make you something to eat, I don't know how you will survive without me- she tries to sound angry, but I notice that her voice has become tearful and sad, something that automatically makes me pull her in a hug promising her that as soon as I stabilize I will go get her.

This woman is my family.

We separate after she kisses me on the forehead and sends me off to the bathroom where I do my personal hygiene and soon I'm ready with a little blue dress that really highlights my eyes, something I don't like because they are too light, so I opt for put on a brown lens so as not to draw more attention than it should.

I had a quick coffee and then said goodbye to everyone who was important to me, I will never forget what they did for me and how grateful I am to everyone. Saying goodbye to Aunt Maria was the hardest of all, with tears in my eyes and a heavy heart I left in search of my destiny.

"This is my fight song

Take back my life song

Taste I'm alright song

My power's turned on (Starting right now)

I'll be strong

I'll play my fight song

And I don't really care if nobody else believes

Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me"

"This is my fight song

Take back my life song

She proves that I'm fine

My power is bound to her (From now on)

I'll be strong

I will play my fight song

And I really don't care if nobody else believes

Because I still have a lot of fight left in me"