Everyone sees me as a kind soul. They don't see the darkness brewing beneath the skin. Itching and clawing to get out. It can only be called out though. By me or by Him. And if it's by Him, I don't have much of a choice.

He's not bad. I can smell that about him. His origin is the same as mine. His smell is intoxicating to me. Hypnotic. He snaps his fingers and I'm there. I can't disobey the call.

He cares for me though, just as I care for Him. We are connected, forever bound. If He is hurt, I appear. If I'm hurt, He appears. It's a mutual relationship. We both love and cherish each other.

I've never met anyone like me. That's a lie. I've never met anyone that's exactly like me. I've met other shapeshifters, all of them varying in what they can do.

I have only helped one other though. I had been out for my nightly run when I smelled the blood. It was fresh, the bodies still warm once I found them. In the middle of it, all was a boy, covered in the blood and panting heavily. His bones were snapping and that's when I smelled the scent of wolf on him.

At that point, I rushed home, said a quick word to Him, grabbed some clothes and then the book that has saved my life.