I sat staring down at a a white blank sheet of paper. Ideas started to swarm in my head giving me a promising headache. Naturally my hand and fingers wavered for a moment then started to dance across the page as a sudden response. After a few graceful moments there was already an outline showing a wolf standing on hind legs. I was perched under my favorite peach tree (or getaway place) smelling the sweet dense air. I sighed. Today was test day. And not any test day, athletic test day. Meaning all werewol- I mean wolf-bloods (were not monsters) had to show what they were made for. I was a natural sketcher when nervous and had shown signs of art talent previous. I clutched the now crinkled paper close to my chest and breathed heavily. I got up and started my slow route to the huge building. I belonged to a certain training facility that was a safe place for our kind. My father had passed away a few years ago like many others when he admitted to join a devastating war against mankind. Although the name sickened me, I longed for peace. My mother however sent me 'here' which is actually the middle of no-where and left without a care in the world. And as you might tell I don't have a lot of interesting background. All I know is I'm being raised like a pig for slaughter. Once I'm ready for the world they'll leave me alone to deal with men themselves. In my head they are not all different though. We have the same needs and purposes just not the same skin. My thoughts were interrupted and cut short when I heard a horn signaling the start of a long day. Forgetting the curved path I ran straight across the grass into the giant stadium which was were the track was. Mildew clung to my shoes and stained them faintly with dirt. The race was about to begin.