What happens in a world filled with magic, when a women meets a wolf and they bond? Well, the child will become feral, made of the wild in the animal and just as uncontrollable. Willow is like that, born to a destiny she had not chosen herself, born to be the strongest, wildest and most feral child ever. So what will happen when she repell that? When she wants to be more than a weapon?


1. Prologue


”My child... I will always love you... And I promise you that nothing will ever happen to you... Not ever. I-“ The two-legged-bitch-who-was-expecting-a-litter stopped dead as she stared into the thick forest around her, clearly listening. Something was bothering her, I could tell. Those two-legged-people were weird. All their females were walking around with a weird fur in their face when they were expecting a litter. To me it didn’t make sense. Yet she did not have the fur. Maybe she was their alpha? She had caught my curiosity and I gently crept closer, keeping my belly flat on the ground, my brownish fur camouflaging me completely with the trees and leaves around me, my big paws taking me forward without making any sound. I was a hunter and this was my forest.

With a weird sound she spun and looked nervously in my direction. Could she really hear me? I carefully took a step forward again, raising my tail softly so it wouldn’t sweep through the leaves and make unwanted sounds. She smelled weird. Floral and meaty yet not edible. What was she?! With a soft howl in terror she took a step backwards and looked directly at me. Okay she found me. Hunt her my body whispered to me. Kill her. You are hungry, kill her! But I didn’t. Instead I stood up and raised my tail above my backbone, tilting my head slightly. I don’t want to hurt you I said. But those two-legs are stupid. They don’t understand my language. Not this one either. She looked even more frightened as I trotted over to sit a few meters from her.

I could see her just fine from where I had been before but I had the feeling she couldn’t see me. With a piecing sound she clasped her hands around her belly and started to do a rocking motion. Why was she doing this? Did she feel sick? Had she lost her balance? I looked at her curiously with my ears pointed in her direction. This bitch was really interesting.

Instead of shying away from me she suddenly growled furiously at me and looked me directly in the eyes. Her eyes were the same color as the grass. Was it normal for two-legs to have that color? I gently got up and took a step closer, meaning only to sniff her so I would know more about her. As I walked closer to her she continued growling and even showed me her teeth. I whined playfully and caught her eyes, only to be hit by an intense pain in my head. What was happening? Why was it happening?! I had looked two-legs in the eyes before and it had never been like this. With a soft whine I fell down on my front legs, unable to break the glare. It felt like my soul was sucked out. I twisted a little on the ground before my hind legs gave in and I fell down on my side, panting heavily as she broke the contact and hurried to my side. “I’m sorry wolf..” she muttered and stroke my face softly. I didn’t understand the words but I understood her touch. She was sorry; she hadn’t meant to hurt me. She was a soul eater.  I had heard of those before, but I had never thought I would see one. They were rare. I panted softly as her paw stroke my ear and tried to get up. But I couldn’t. I was weak. My soul was gone.

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