Hello my lovely readers! I've started to use my iPad to write my fan fictions. Apologies if the format or something like that is messed up. Welcome to my new story: The Phantom and The Werewolf.

Disclaimer- I don't own the Phantom of the Opera. I only own Jade- Ash.

I stare at myself in the mirror," come on Jade-Ash you can do it. Push. Come on." I mutter. The pain in my gums is growing and I watch my teeth give way to sharp fangs. I feel the bones in my shoulder break and reform. I see my eyes turn golden and my ears go pointy. Then suddenly everything stops and my change reverses; just like all the other times.

"Grrr… Why can't I just change?"

I hear someone take a breath from somewhere. 'Who's there? How much did you see? I know someone's there!"

I use my 'alpha ears' to listen for anything else. Then I hear footsteps walking away. I focus on the sound and then realise: behind the mirror.

I slide it open to reveal a passage way. If no one saw anything then I'm just a ballet rat who got lost. Well, I am a a ballet rat so it's a half truth. I'm also a soon to be alpha werewolf. If I can transform. My eyes focus on something and I feel my night vision coming on. But that means gold eyes. Well I'll take gold eyes over a partial blindness. Then I see the figure of a man. Who is staring at me.

"Oh, hello sir. I'm from the Ballet de Corps, I appear to have gotten lost. Could you help me?" I do a fake timid act.

"Who or what are you?" I hear him ask.

I smile sweetly," well, I'm Jade-Ash Cantuburry, from the Ballet de Corps, like I said. Et toi?"

"Your eyes, ears, teeth they-they changed. What are you!?" Then he runs off.

My blood begins to boil, he has seen. He will tell the world! Do not let him. He must die. My body contorts and the change happens quickly. Then I stand my full height as an alpha female. Not very tall, but still. I look at my paw, jet black. Fitting considering the scenery. I run at full speed after him. My only thought is Hunt to kill.

Once I have caught up with him I pounce; taking him down. I get a better look at him and notice a stark, white mask covering half his face. I change back to my human form and notice his eyes are slightly golden but that's most likely from spending too much time in these tunnels.

Then he shuts his eyes. But not in fear, his whole body relaxes and he looks almost pleased. Like he was waiting for death to come and was looking forward to it. Something stops me from killing him. Maybe it's the fact I'm happy about finally changing or maybe it's something about him. But I just can't rip open his carcass and take my first meal. Fancy that, the werewolf that couldn't kill.

"Get up. Go home. Never tell anyone about this or your body will be my dinner." I say.

He stands but then something happens. He attacked me. My eyes roll into my head and I lose all consciousness, I should of killed him. Damn my mercy. He will sell me to a caravel or put me on show. Maybe kill me or experiment on me. If only I had a pack to teach me. Oh.. Goodbye freedom. I will never experience my first full moon running through a forest. Pity is pointless. I'm just a stupid monster.

Well more coming soon. Sorry if it's short I have no word counter. Hope you enjoyed.

Review! - Frost