Lost control of her wolf

(Isla)

As the sky got darker, the wind blew violently shaking the trees in a way that seemed they would snap and rooted out. The weather was bad one even for a werewolf. It was in such times that most got scared to go out with fear they might get killed. Sometimes the ground opened up swallowing anything above and almost got killed or hurt during such a bad weather

I stood outside looking up in the sky with my hand shielding my eyes from the window blowing. It was hard to breathe with so much air hence I tried to take a step forward. I seemed lost and didn't know which way to go. The fog was getting even thicker that I could taste it, smell it as I forced my way down a hill. I didn't know how I found myself in such a situation nor did I realize where I was but I recalled going to bed to get some shut eyes