It's dark outside, night—time. It is a little bit cold too, since it's pretty late. I can barely see anything out here, like always. There are no people around this forest; I haven't seen people for ages.

Mummy and Daddy still haven't come to find me yet. They will, though. They promised. They told me to hide and to stay as quiet as possible. Mummy explained to me that we are playing the silence game, like we do in the car sometimes.

The silence game is where I have to be as quiet as possible for as long as I possibly can. So far I am doing really well! I haven't said a single word yet!

But, I admit, after a while I got bored of the silence game and hiding. There was nothing to do! I wanted to go home and play with my dolls and my teddies! I want them to have a tea party in my doll house that Mummy got for me. I have this one cuddly toy of a grey wolf that I named Miah. She has shiny blue eyes too!

She's my favourite toy out of all of them.

So after I got bored I left my hiding spot and went looking for Mummy and Daddy. But I got lost and now I don't know where I am. I also lost track of time, so I don't know how long I have waited out here for my parents. It can't have been too long... right?

My clothes got too small for me very quickly, as if I had a growth spurt, so now I am in my wolf form always.

I can't remember my first and last name or address anymore. I forgot them. I don't remember anything of what my house or family looked like, and I can't remember if I had any friends or not. I can't remember what anyone looked or sounded like, only what they smelled like. I can't remember my name either. Did I already say that?

I guess I have a bad memory, since I can't seem to remember much of my life!

I do remember my older big brother, Jackson, though. We just call him Jack as a shorter nickname thing. Saying Jackson is too much of a mouthful. He is four years older than me, I think. I don't really remember what he looks like or what his voice sounds like, but I do know that he was a person in my life, my older brother.

He likes to push me down the stairs for fun, which makes me cry my eyes out because it hurts me when I fall. Every time I go up the stairs, either to go to my pink bedroom, the bathroom or maybe the toy room, no matter where I am or what time of the day it is, he is always there to push me around. He says its fun, which I don't get. How could pushing your little sister down the stairs be fun? That's just naughty, he always gets in trouble. He never learns, though, because he always does it. Every single time.

I don't like Jack very much; he's too mean to me.

I remember that the last time I saw my parents I was six years old. Which means I'm still six, right? That means I am a big girl now. Although Jack says I'm still a little baby because I still cry when I get hurt and I still sometimes have nightmares.

After Mummy and Daddy left me to hide, they left in werewolf form. I don't know where Jack is hiding, or even if he was playing our game with Mummy and Daddy.

But there were lots of loud bangs, so I stayed quiet like Mummy and Daddy told me to. I always do what Mummy and Daddy says, because if I don't that means I'm being naughty. I'm a good girl, I like to be praised. It makes me feel happy.

I remember that sometimes if I was a good girl, Mummy would play with my hair at night. She would braid it into an elaborate braid and because I had long hair that was a good thing. It was Mummy and me time. Just the two of us while Daddy and Jack did some boy stuff. I never really liked doing boy stuff, it's not girly enough.

But now I am lost.

I yawn, say excuse me in my head to be polite, and stretch like a cat I once saw prowling around our huge house. I stand up from my comfy spot under a tree and start towards where I know I can find something to eat.

Loping through the trees, I head towards a small clearing that has long tickly grass that always brushes against my legs. Clusters of clover are all through it which attracts wild... furry brown bunnies!

They are very cute, but I am hungry and they taste nice. Plus once when I was being nice to a bunny, it bit me very hard on the nose! Rabbits aren't nice. But they are nice tasting. And because I am so small a single rabbit, maybe two, is enough food to fill my stomach for a day or two. But it depends on how big the rabbit is, and how much fat the rabbit has on its body. Cause with all its yucky fur and cotton ball tail, there might not be enough food to fill my empty belly.

As I approach the clearing, loud voices crowd my ears. Barks and yips of joy, natural wolf sounds that sound good and happy.

Fear jumps at my heart. But then excitement. Mummy and Daddy! Even maybe Jack! They took me to the clearing once! That's how I know about it.

With a loud, excited bark I race for the clearing, smiling my cute smile.

But when I bound into the clearing, jumping over the long grass, fear returns.

I am face by four large wolves, two brown with various white markings, one red and one a grey colourd one. My parents weren't that colour. Neither was Jack.

The four wolves stand up, hunching to their full height. They tower over me, a little more than twice my size.

I whimper in fear, lowing to the ground in a submissive stance.

The leader of the small group of wolves, the grey one, growls at me angrily. He obviously does not like being seen by me. Maybe they are bad rogues. My Daddy told me about that rogues that terrorize packs for no reason at all.