WolvesCrossing

Looking at my school, a normal person would probably be floored with their mouth agape, I unfortunately felt trapped.  Flipping my hair back, the long wavy red curls bounced around my shoulders and waist.  High cheekbones, pointed chin, soft elegant and beautiful features, in short I looked like a model, even with brown eyes that looked red.  Men watched me as I walked by, it made my skin crawl.  I never asked to be perfect…of course I wasn’t through my eyes.  I had fangs that came out when I was hungry, angry or passionate; I was in a family composed entirely of females.  I was tall and curvy, but not overpowering curves, just t