She Wolf || OPEN

Crawling through this world as disease flows through my veins. I look into myself, but my own heart has been changed. I can't go on like this, I loathe all I've become...

Lyra was crouching on the leaf and twig strewn floor of the Forbidden Forest. One knee was bent up, and she was resting her chin on it. It was early in the morning, before lessons. The sun had almost completely risen, but it was still very cold.  They were in the middle of winter, and there had been a snow fall during the night. The forest around Lyra was blanketed in snow, with some bare patches at the base of the tree trunks. The tree branches were white and frosted.  Lyra was wearing a thick, warm, dark blue jumper, with a black scarf wrapped around her neck. Her hair was tied back in a loose bun, and she had on a woolly hat. She had chosen to wear low black leather boots, and was thankful for the extra grip.

A mist hung over the Hogwarts grounds, and everything was covered in sparkling dew. Lyra loved the peaceful feel of this time of the day. She allowed herself to be very still, so much so it was almost animalistic. Her large blue eyes were trained on a beautiful sight, a few metres in front of her; a silver unicorn. He was young, having turned from gold to silver, but not yet turned pure white and grown a horn. Lyra put him at about two years old. She just watched, not trying to get any closer, although she knew she may be able to. Younger Unicorns were much more trusting, and all Unicorns preferred girls to boys. But it was getting close to the full moon, and Lyra didn't want to risk it.

Being a Werewolf didn't just affect Lyra at the full moon, when she would have to undergo a painful and traumatising transformation. She had to drink the terrible tasting Wolfsbane potion throughout the month, the frequency of the doses increasing the closer it got to the full moon (and even then, if Lyra forgot to take her potion on the night of the full moon, she would become a full fledged Werewolf, with non of her human mind remaining). The closer it got to the full moon, the more her wolfish traits started to show. At the new moon she was almost normal, but by the time the moon started to wax gibbous her craving for rare meat was at its peak, her senses became keener, and anyone who looked closely enough could see the shadow of a wolf in her eyes.

Most animals weren't perceptive enough to pick up on it, and loved Lyra just the same as they did during the rest of the month. But Unicorns were different; they were highly intelligent, and picked up on things other animals didn't. Lyra thought it would break her heart if she tried to approach the beautiful creature, and scared it away. So she just watched.