The old Quileute legend states that my brother and I are descended from wolves. It is said that the Quileutes were created from wolves by a supernatural power or the mythical icon named Dokibatt. And my late father, Micky, believes that we can turn into wolves. This, of course isn't true. But I could never see my dad again, Nor any other members of my family. Especially not my brother. I was running faster than a speeding bullet when I tripped over a girl. She was sleeping on the floor- odd. Well, what had I just did?
"A-are you okay?" I asked. She looked angry. She stood up slowly, and the back of her white top ripped. And two wings exploded out. My mouth hung open in shock.