FLOWER OF LIFE

Phillip and Luna were stunned as they stared at the rogue werewolf's face. It was not the visage of a vicious beast, but of a young woman, no more than twenty-five years old. Her golden eyes glowed with dread and despair, and her matted black hair was tangled over her face.

"Please, don't hurt me," she pleaded, raising her hands in submission. "I had no intention of hurting anyone. I simply couldn't stop myself."

Phillip and Luna shared a suspicious look. They'd never come across a rogue werewolf like this before. They were usually aggressive and violent, assaulting everything that got in their way. But this young lady appeared unique. She appeared terrified and alone.

"What's your name?" Phillip inquired, taking a hesitant step forward.

The young lady paused before responding. "My name is Isabelle," she said quietly. "I'm sorry for what I did." I had no intention of hurting anyone. When the full moon rises, I just can't stop myself."

Phillip and Luna exchanged a glance. They were all