The Little Wolf.

Like a slave to the moon and blood.

I yawned and yapped, and opened my little mouth wide and tried to howl at the silver moon.

I couldn't then but time flew by, soon I was big and howled when I liked like a big baboon.

With my pack all around me I felt protected and safe.

I had never seen a vampire's pale face.

I was turned soon after and while my family lay dead I turned half into the walking dead.

I was trapped, gone was my free will I was a weak copy of a vamp named bill.

I did his bidding and killed and slayed, what else could I do I was like his slave?

I didn't have time to morn the death of my family I was all out of breath.

Instead I walked around putting people's lives to their end and a bite to the throat was like the button "send."

I was a hybrid unhappily ever after.