It was morning. Jaylin knew something was up. She hurried. She jumped out of bed, and put on her black and red plaid shirt. She combed through her dark blonde hair, and she charged downstairs. "Morning, mom." She said, in a rushed voice. "What's the hurry, hon?" "Nothin'." Jaylin said. She raced out the back door. She ran and ran and ran. But she forgot something. Jaylin went straight home, and grabbed her daggers and her gun. And THEN, was when she was on the chase. She went down on 8th Oak street, and went to 907. She charged at the door and busted it down. Bryson, looking so fearful, screamed at the sight of Jaylin, standing with an enraged look on her face. She pulled out a dagger. Bryson gulped. He raced back to the kitchen, and took out a butcher's knife. Jaylin didn't even care. Then, she threw that dagger, right at Bryson's throat. He screamed in pain and agony. But then, at that very moment, a drunken looking, 67 year old guy jumped in front of Bryson, It was Terrance. Bryson's horrible and brutal father. "Uhh, H-Hi Terrance." She said, trying to get away with harming his son. Through clenched teeth, "What did you do to my son?" Terrance said. Jaylin started to get pissed off. "Well you look like a drunken alcoholic. Why would you care about your son?" That was it. It really was. Jaylin had enough of it. She made her fangs grow. Bryson took the dagger out of his throat, still a huge slit. It looked very painful. Bryson lunged forward at Jaylin. Her fangs and legs, claws and arms were ready. She sprung onto Bryson, teeth and claws bared. She bit as hard as she could down and Bryson's throat, savoring the taste of his blood. Her claws dug deep into his skin. He was struggling to get away. But Jaylin made a huge gash on Bryson's arm. And she sucked the blood, straight from the gash. She finally let go, leaving Bryson in blood and tears. She ran off, and turned to a full on wolf, so she didn't look like she hurt someone. She ran as fast as she could to the forest. When she got there, something, someone, was watching. A person. A bad person. It was a hunter. Gun ready. She had no choice but to fight or flee. She fought. Jaylin bit the hunter's leg, making him fall to the ground. She clawed his eye and blinded him with blood. The gun dropped. She turned human and took it. "Oh, goodness! Are you alright?" Jaylin said. "That god-damned wolf! It bit me! Tripped me and clawed my eye!" She picked up the gun. And shot the guy. Jaylin turned wolf again.