(This is written in first person.)

I was born a hybrid. I never knew why. I had a wolf's tail, ears, teeth, and claws. I usually wore a dark green hoodie, and my hair was a really dark gray color. I had a necklace with a ruby in it, and a bracelet that looked the same. I also had many pairs of old and worn out jeans that I wore. My eyes were pitch black with red pupils, which normally scared people. My dad said I was born that way. I had to constantly wear gloves and wrap to cover my claws, and a mouthguard to cover my teeth so I couldn't bite anybody. It was extremely annoying, and people made fun of me for it. All the time. I couldn't do anything to stop them. My mother - I never knew her - was probably dead, and my father and brothers were terrible to me. My sister actually treated me like a person - defended me from my other family members and the kids at school. I was always thankful for her support.

-Story Beginning (Yay!)

I'd just gotten home from school and immediately Dad thinks it's funny to pick a fight. We argued for a while and I was eventually sent to my room. Idiot, I thought. I guess I would've gone to my room anyways - considering that it was almost time for me to go to sleep. I curled my tail over my nose after I lay down in the kennel that my father had provided as a 'bed.' I'd always hated it, but he said it was for 'Safety Reasons.' He never told me specifically why. About an hour later I was still restless. Stupid wolf instincts, I growled to myself. Suddenly, the window slid open.What? I questioned myself. I scented something sharp - blood, though stale - but didn't move. I also scented forestry and different kinds of herbs. The person - who according to his look was probably a teenager - slid through the window and crept out of my door. Strange, I thought. Teenagers don't usually do that. I made up the thought sarcastically. Minutes later I flinched as I heard the screams of my two brothers. Bloody Hell. I thought, suddenly scared. Instantly after the screams I smelled fresh blood. Did the kid... kill them? I barely had time to make the thought before I heard my sister scream too. Then the scent of blood again. She must've been killed, too. I swear tears had threatened to well up in my eyes, but I blinked them away. The door suddenly creaked, so I slipped my tail back over my nose so the kid would think I'd been asleep. The teenager crawled through the window and left. Thumping, loud footsteps. Oh God, please no.. I muttered under my breath. My dad stormed through the door. "Jenn! You've done it this time!" He must think I killed them. The thought came to my head, though my mind was clouded with anger for the accusation. "You killed them!" My father yelled angrily. "I didn't!" I retorted. He didn't believe me - I could tell from the anger on his face. "You had to've! You're the only dangerous one here!" He argued. Does it look like there's blood stains on me? I pondered the thought as I looked at myself to make sure that the kid hadn't spilled droplets of blood on me from the hatchets he'd been carrying to 'pin it on the dog.' Nope. I growled silently. My father angrily grabbed me by the hair and dragged me through the entryway, dropping me on the sidewalk. "This is the last straw, Wolfe." He sounded like he was growling. "From now on, you aren't my child." He slammed the door in my face. Great, I thought. I didn't even do anything. I ran into the woods - The only place I could feel safe now. Then I saw him - the figure from earlier. "Hey!" I called. He looked at me and raised a hatchet threatingly. "I ain't gonna hurt you." I growled, guessing his thoughts. "My dad just threw me out of the house because you came in and killed my siblings. Isn't thatwonderful?" I snarled sarcastically. I was surprised that he replied. "You're a kid, too. Why didn't I kill you?" "Maybe because I'm a hybrid and look like a dog?" I retorted, scraping the gloves I had on against a tree in an attempt to free my claws. "Oh. That was you - in the cage?" He asked in reply, giving a suspicous glance at my right hand. "Yeah. Because my father was a dick." I replied. I then freed my right claws and proceeded to tear the other glove off. "..And I'm also unsure on whether I should kill you or not." I eventually got my mouth guard off. Thank God. I thought. "You can't kill me. But I know who you can kill." The kid replied, pointing a hatchet at a house. My used-to-be neighbors? I wondered. "My used-to-be neighbors?" I guessed. "Yeah. I kill anyone I can." He replied. Great way to introduce yourself. I muttered to myself. Though nonetheless I followed him as he sneaked through an open window. He signaled to a room on left of us, then turned to the right. I must go in there, then, and kill whoever is in there... which would be Robert. Robert had been a friend of hers, though he had turned his back on her when some popular kids invited him to join their little popular kid group. Revenge can't be too bad, can it? I questioned myself for a moment before sliding into the room. Robert got up and looked at me. "Jenn?" He questioned tiredly. "What are you-" He broke off as his sister's scream of pain echoed through the hallway. "-Kylee? What's happening?" He frantically got out of bed and tried to slide past me through the doorway to his sister's room. I blocked him. "I can't let you do that." I said, and though I didn't notice, a grin formed on my face. He grabbed his pocket knife and took a notch out my ear with it. "Agh! You bastard!" I growled, lunging at him with my claws. I managed to score a stab in his back, and he whipped around and cut a deep gash over my right eye. "Why you little-" I snarled, and bit down hard on his neck. Blood started to well around my teeth, and I let go. I then jabbed him in the neck repeatedly with my claws until he died. Why - Why did that feel - so natural? I wondered. it almost feels like I should continue killing. The teenager from earlier met me in the hallway and he pointed to the window. Understanding, I leapt through and ran into the woods. "That - that felt - surprisingly great." I said to him. "I do it for a living." He replied. "What's your name anyways?" I asked. "T-T-Ticci Toby." He replied. "I'm Jenn. Jenn Wolfe. But call me Jenn." I said. "Now, if you excuse me-" Toby turned around towards another house. "No. Let me go with you." I begged. I found out that I loved the anticipation before attacking, and the screams of pain. Toby looked surprised. "Ok." We turned toward a house on a rather far away street and killed two teenagers and their father. "I think I could get used to this." I said, and dissapeared with Toby into the woods.