Angel She-wolf

INTRO

Angel Blackman's birth was a sad one. It was a very stormy night. One of the worst yet during that 1979 autumn.

Just a few blocks from the hospital her parent's were rushing to, a truck driver, who was drunk, hit them. Her father died instantly, her mother was injured badly but refused to die until she held her baby.

The baby was born by cesarean section. Mrs. Blackman held her daughter a few moments.

" We love you Angel. Always remember." Mrs. Blackman died moments later.

Angel went home with her mother's mom. Grandma Hanna was a wonderful, sweet, and loving woman. Angel never wanted for anything but she knew from a very young age that her parents had died when she was born.

Her grandmother once said, " It is the Goddesses will that they died to give you life. Remember it was only their bodies and not their souls that left. Their souls are in you. You have your mother's grace and beauty and your father' s art talent and determination. They never really left you."

Those words helped Angel during hard times as a child and young woman. But could they help her through her toughest challenge yet to come?

Chapter One

Angel was in her third year of college as an Art Major. She worked mainly in oils and acrylics, but she had works in all mediums. She minored in many things; mythology, the occult, medieval history, Elizabethan poetry, piano and creative writing.

She had her own apartment just off campus. It was a very spacious one bedroom. Actually it was a loft above the local laundry mat that a lot of the students used.

She had a small corner near the kitchen and bathroom set up with her bed and personals and it was curtained off by a huge canvas with a fantasy scene of a prince (with no face, his back was to you) fighting a dragon that was keeping the maiden (herself) in a castle.

There were flying horses and fairies and imps in the picture as well.

Over her bed was a portrait she had done of her parents from their wedding picture. They were in an open field with pink and purple flowers. They were dressed in authentic medieval costumes. (That was where she got her love for all things dealing with the medieval times.) And her parents had been Wiccans.

The rest of the loft had her art supplies, unfinished as well as finished works and empty canvases spread all around.

She had stayed late at school doing research on a paper for her mythology class. The paper was on were-creatures. She found a lot of great information that made her think that maybe, just maybe, these creatures existed. There was just too much information to not think that.

Suddenly she was grabbed and thrown almost six feet into a thick bush. She began to fight and scream but IT slashed and bit her as if she were laying still.

Her screams brought campus security and a regular patrol car. She was bitten one last time on her left thigh to the point that her leg was broken.

Vaguely she heard people yelling but what she remembered clearly was the strange solid yellow eyes and the deep growling laugh.

She was rushed to the hospital and straight into surgery.

Her next vague memory was her grandmother holding her hand while she cried. Doctors and nurses came and went and all whispered but for some different reason.

Finally a week later she gained full consciousness. Her grandmother smiled at her with great relief on her face.

" I'll get the doctor.