I won't ever be able to forgive you. I know that and you should know that too. You should also know though, that I've stopped hating you.

I will always crave to be a normal girl again but I have also stopped hating the werewolf side of me. The side that your bite gave me. It took a long time but I gave up on hating any part of myself a long time ago.

You made my life harder but you also gave me something that I've just started to see for what it is, a gift. Without this I could never have run this fast or been this strong, most importantly, I would not have been able to save all those people. I would never give this up now and would never wish that this hadn’t happened.

No, for as much of a curse this is it is my precious gift now. It is hard for me to even remember that night. It was a full moon, obviously. I suppose you could say it was stupid of me to be hiking in the forest alone at night but I had grown up there.

Those woods had always been my place to go, a second home. I guess it is more so now… I remember hearing the sharp snap of twigs and didn’t even flinch as I was used to wild animals running around. Then I heard a howl, a wolf, you.

What came next is mostly forgotten on me. I do remember waking up the next morning with a large bite of my arm, there was so much blood I was sure I was bleeding out. I ran home crying and cleaned my arm. My parents, still asleep, had no idea anything had happened as I wasn’t supposed to be out at night I didn’t tell them about it.

You may have thought that first night might have been the scariest part and the reason I will never forgive you. You would be wrong. What came next is the reason you will never have my trust of forgiveness. For after you bit me, I never saw you again.

Those long weeks where I was going through my changing you left me alone. You left me to cry and freak out, completely unknowing of what was wrong with me. You left me to figure it all out by myself.

I have figured it out now… for the most part. While I expect I will never see you again I do wonder about you often. Who are you, would I know you if we passed on the street? I have so many questions I could never hope to answer without the help of another… well, you get it.

As much as you have hurt me you will forever be a huge part of my life. I will never rid of you and that is okay because my anger towards you has died, the only thing left behind is curiosity.