Wolfblood
She looks like a schoolgirl, but a dark secret she hides;
It is only in her own kind, that she feels able to confide.
Whenever there's a full moon, her human form morphs
Into the sleek and unmistakable form of a female wolf.
In human form, when feelings of anger take ahold,
Her eyes immediately flash the colour of liquid gold.
Whenever she feels threatened, she lets out a roar;
Her once brave assailants will then run away for sure.
With a face full of fury and her sharp teeth bared,
The humans about her feel both shocked and scared.
Her primal cravings for meat, she must learn to control;
She must learn how to pacify her true Wolfblood soul.
As she grows older, she has so many things to learn.
So many unanswered questions inside her still burn.
The blood of wolves pulses through her every vein;
Trying to keep such a secret, drives her almost insane.
As a wolf, all of her senses are suddenly heightened;
Her once heavy tread is now considerably lightened.
This teenage Wolfblood, and all those of her breed,
Can travel both field and forest at breakneck speed.
All night long, she has the freedom to run and play,
But, as a wolf, from humans, she must stay well away.
Unbeknown to her friends, she lives a double existence,
But from wild Wolfbloods, she must keep her distance.
Only her own kind, have ever witnessed her change:
If humans saw her shape-shift, they'd think it strange.
The rules of being a Wolfblood are extremely clear:
You must never totally transform when humans are near.
In the dead of night, her friends have heard her howls:
Little do any of them realise that it is one of their pals.
A relationship with teenage humans, she happily builds,
But it's vital that her closely guarded secret isn't revealed.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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