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What is this, this feeling? Ulva’s mind fleeted in and out of consciousness, looking through the eyes of the body she found herself in. The perspective didn’t feel right, vision lower to the ground. In a sleepy haze she felt as if she held no form, particles floating in a constrained dark space, like a voice without matter, volume.

The wolf’s head was tilted down, black eyes narrowed and ever focused on the creature in the center of the room. Blood dripped from the white wolf’s mouth, teeth stained red at the moment, fresh from biting down on the hind leg of the monster. The wound seemed to distract the animal just enough to give Rea some wiggle room from underneath, the wolf watching as she got out. The girl herself didn’t appear natural anymore though, her body shifting to a shape all too familiar to that of it’s own. What was left of Rea was now a white dog, smaller than Ulva’s new body but matching in the same color white. The wolf, Ulva in some aspects but in others a new entity, took a few steps back, watching as the smaller dog rounded the corners of the room and made its way over to Demetrius and herself.

The wolf glanced up at Demetrius. His eyes read crazy, but overall he seemed to take the unbelievable transformation of the two girls fairly well, as best one could in a moment of already impossible situation. The wolf, ready for another pounce at the creature, flexed its hind legs and let its teeth snarl. What held her in place and caused the wolf to freeze in action was the abrupt bursting of the old door to the room. The twin girls came shoveling in, though how they were able to break down the door held no explanation. They were too tiny, too delicate looking to have such strength. Meanwhile the white wolf felt something on its back legs, a glance showing that indeed Rea was licking her wounds, possibly in a thanks. It was appreciated, head bowing in a downward gesture for a brief moment before directing eyes focused on the scene playing out. One of the twins managed to slice at the side of the black monster while the other, in what rightly appeared to be an act of suicide, ran straight into the creature, causing the girl and the monster to tumble out of the window and fall several stories to the ground below. The other twin yelled in a deafening blow, throwing herself out of the window seconds after in order to follow her sister. What was left in the room was Rea, as a small dog, Demetrius, who was bleeding from several locations on his body but eyes as passionate as any warriors, and Ulva herself, who knew somewhat of what was going on, but lent most of her consciousness to the wolf that moved with cautious grace unearthly known.

Rea ran out of the room in a flash, no hesitation in the dogs motions. It was heading for the action, back to the creature that almost ended its life. Demetrius followed moments after, exiting the room in a vibrant flurry of anger and protection. What was left in the room now was the wolf itself and the source of all their problems it seemed: the mouse-like bird above, which was peering down at Ulva from one of the beams at the ceiling. This wolf knew of protection, knew that its mission was not over yet. But it also knew of patience, of calculation, and of the right move. Running right back to fight such a monster would find them in the same situation. This wolf knew it had to do something different. It's head turned as yet more people arrived in the door way. A man entered, walked to the balcony... and then dropped himself down below. The wolf blinked in confusion, not sure what the meaning was behind the man letting himself fall down to the ground below. But what happened did happen, and the details would need to be shared later but not now. There was a woman in the doorway. The wolf growled at her, walking cautiously forward and then used its nose to pull the door from the wall and shut it, blocked the girl out of the door.

In a deep, powerful howl, the wolf called up towards the tiny bird creature that was the figure the monster wanted. It called for it to come down, but not being able to speak a common language to the bird seemed to be futile. It stayed where it was, and for this the wolf knew what it had to do: give back full energy to Ulva, the woman whose body harbored the same soul as the wolf’s now. The wolf began to shake, fur standing on all ends, as the same light that appeared earlier reappeared again. This time when it finally dimmed, the human body of Ulva lay on the floor, naked and her legs still bleeding with remnants of glass. It took a few seconds for Ulva to gain her vision back clearly, unsure what had happened. The disaster of the room around sent flashbacks into her memory, and within seconds Ulva realized what had happened... she had turned into a wolf. It wasn’t a dream, it was real. Ulva crawled to the broken window, looking down at what was going on below, her palms pressed against the seal until she realized part of the railing was missing. She could see the twin’s yellow hair glistening under a dim light, she could see a white dog bursting through a door and Demetrius running with full determination forward at the creature, and another man.

Realizing that she was naked, Ulva gulped and backed away from the open window that seemed to be a major source of light for everyone down below. No one saw her luckily. She crawled back to the center, then scrambled to find her clothes in the mess on the floor but when she found them they were town to shreds, a second pair of clothes now deemed useless. She remembered Rea saying they stocked the closets with clothes, Ulva immediately running to Rea’s closet to see what was in there. Without thinking, Ulva grabbed the clothes closest to her that would be the quickest to put on: a white pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt. Ulva threw these on in dire speed, not even looking down to notice the shirt was on backwards, tag sticking out under her chin like a bow.

“Here, birdie, birdie,” Ulva yelled upwards to the ceiling, waving her arms for it to come down, “the thing is outside, you’re safe. Come to me, let me get you out of here where that monster won’t find you,” she panted again, her energy level weak but enough for her to stay focused on this mission. The tiny creature popped its head out, looking at her with eyes of curiosity. Ulva’s right foot tapped the floor, getting anxious. It was taking too much time to decide whether it would come to her or not. Ulva tried to remember what Rea called the thing, maybe it would come if she gave it something familiar. “Stich!” she yelled, and this time the bird-type animal fully exposed itself from the beam, fluttering down hesitantly into her open, cupped hands. “Shh, shh,” Ulva hummed, cupping the creature close to her chest. She opened the door once more, dodging the crowd that had circled around the hall, bursting through the group into a run for the hall's opening. Ulva looked left and then right, debating if they should hide somewhere in the house or go outside somewhere. Outside felt dangerous, but at the same time staying inside left them to be caged in.

“Why does that thing want you?” Ulva whispered in short breaths, and took off towards the grand stairwell only to slow upon seeing some of the same people she saw walking into the forest earlier.. the rest of the lucky draw.

“No time to explain!” she yelled, flying past the group and down the stairs. Instead of going out the doors that would lead to where the black monster was, Ulva ran to the other end of the mansion, finding exit doors. She, accompanied by this tiny bird, burst through the doors, the garden gates, and made their way on to a path faintly lit by ground markers. Ulva was barefoot but it didn’t hurt to run on this dirt path, pain not an option at a time like this. The cool wind danced around her form, breeze splashing at her face, hair whipping behind her neck like a horse’s mane. Nothing but the moonlight gave them direction as Ulva’s blue eyes caught the light off in the distant clearing, the same location of the three ancient structures Thomas has shown them earlier. “Back to the forest, little creature,” she hushed to it as she panted in heavy breaths. Something inside of her told her it would be safe there, that the creature of death and destruction could not enter. She couldn’t explain where she knew this from, it was just her intuition. Ulva’s long legs stretched in the wind, toes kicking up dirt each leap she took, never running so fast before in her life. And though her legs took such speed, her arms pressed close to her body softly, making sure her grip on this tiny bird was strong but not strong enough to squish it.

Somewhere along the lines it appeared as though Ulva was on the same path now as earlier, the one that led to the Herb Garden all the way to the clearing-- the clearing that was now decorated with elaborate lights and tented structures. They were blurry and still to far off for Ulva to make out what all was there, but with each running foot she could feel they were getting safer. ”Just don’t turn around” she told herself, afraid another one of those black monsters might be following her. To look would only take away their time to get to safety.