Picture this, a girl no older than 17. She has beautiful long, brown hair and she has forest green eyes. She is about 5'7. Her ashoulders are rather broad for a female and, she is reasonably thin. Her skin is fair. She looks rather plain but in a way that draws you in. That girl is me. An only child. An outcast in school. A werewolf.

The anger consumes you when you are in wolf form. It takes control. It uses you. You become bloodthirsty. You kill anyone if they are near. It takes a long time to learn to control this power. Sometimes it comes over you at the weirdest of times. It may not even be a full moon.
All the lies you hear about how a werewolf only turns on a full moon. It's all wrong. You change whenever you get to that level of anger.

When I was a toddler, I was with my parents. We were on a road trip. Out of nowhere came a van, flying towards us, high in speed. After that, everything is blurry. I remember seeing their bodies lying lifelessly. I remember the excruciating pain of the mutation. I remember the anger.

The man in the van was lying, watching me as I transformed from an innocent young girl to a beast. As I said, the anger consumes you. I went for his throat with my teeth and ripped it out, leaving him there and escaping into the woods.
Everything for the next few days is hazy. I remember living like a real wolf, but eventually, it got too hard. I was still angry, so I never changed back.

Two young hikers found me. I was cold and shivering. More so, I was still a cub. They took me in, gave me a home. I tried so many times to attack them just because I didn't have the power to control myself. They still never got rid of me or called animal support.

I lived with them for weeks before my anger had tempered down. It was one night while I was lying down. They had bought a bed just for me. I was thinking of how much love they had given me, and I just calmed down. Fear filled me in the morning when I realised I am a girl. They have never seen me as a girl. I walked through to the kitchen while they sat and ate breakfast. I walked through butt naked.

I thought they would send me away, but instead, they got me a blanket. Sat me down and asked me where my parents were. I burst out in tears after months of anger. Finally, the depression hit me. They called for Violet, hoping that seeing their pet wolf cub would help me open up to them.

I looked up as they shouted the name they had given me.
"Violet?" The woman looked me in the eyes. "Honey, it's Violet." She turned to face her husband. He was utterly gobsmacked. Still, they loved me and kept me as their own. Loved me like their child.

Now, I am, as I said, seventeen years old. I haven't transformed since. I haven't been capable of that same level of anger until today. I was walking down the street with my dad as a group of people came out of nowhere. They held me back as they kept hitting him. They stole his money and threw him to the ground.

The anger was stirring, and finally, it hit a boiling point when they pulled out the knife and stabbed him. I heard him scream. I felt his pain. The knife stabbed him again and again as I was forced to watch. Then it happened. My body mutated again. After years of being human. I ripped through my clothes and turned into the monster that I was trapped as for months, as a child. The rage took over. It dominated me as I dug my claws in the man that held me back.
I strode forward and ripped the head off the body of the man stabbing my dad. The blood splattered everywhere. It was down the walls of the closest buildings. It was over my fur and on the third man that had brutally murdered my father. The third one tried to run, however, I caught him without any effort, and I killed him the same way I killed the man in the van a long time ago. I tore out his throat with my bare teeth and spat it out to the ground.

I was on a rampage. I killed anyone and everyone in my line of sight. Tearing limbs off, digging claws in and dragging them through their hearts.

Suddenly, I came across my mother. Standing there. Her hand, reaching out to touch my soft fur, and as instantaneously as it came, the anger settled down. I was on my hands and knees in front of my mum, naked. Crying. She pulled off her jacket and put it around me. She helped me to my feet. I looked back at all the bodies all over the place. That was my doing. Before I had time to turn, I felt a dagger stab into me and quiet whisper, "Sorry." Before I died, I turned to look my mum in the eyes as I left the Earth. She was crying, but she did what she had to, so I don't blame her.