How She Changed Her

A Were What?

She found a spot in the woods, and made a house out of trees using her witch powers.

"Ow." Freya whispered.
"Ow!!" Freya cried.
"What's happening to me?" Freya asked herself.
"I'm turning into a werewolf. I killed my pack!" Freya screamed.

And she became a werewolf.

When freya woke up, she was naked and in the middle of the woods.

She quickly did a spell to change into something comfortable.

She was being hunted by the most dangerous, skilled, and oldest pack in the world. What was she supposed to do?

After spending 5 years running and murdering anyone in her way, she found somewhere to stay.

She was wearing a beautiful puffy red dress. It was a ball.

Until the place got shot with bullets full of wolfsbane.

"It's them" she quietly whispered.
Before she could do anything, she was struck in the heart with a bullet. It wasn't long before she "died."

That's not all. Freya woke up a little bit later.

"What's going on?" Freya whispered as her head was pounding.

She looked around and saw everyone bleeding after gun shots were fired.

"I'm thirsty. Let me find something to drink." She quietly moved.

She drank every type of drink at the ball.

"Why am I still thirsty?" She groaned.

She found a body right behind her.

Freya went up close to the body and saw all the blood.

"Maybe this is what I want." Freya sighed.

She touched the victims body and had blood on her fingers.

Freya was the first siphoning tribrid.

A purple storm quickly went over the nice clear clouds.

All she could do was drink blood.

"What am I?" Freya cried.

Many years passed, and it was 1920.