The cold wind hurt her face as Darianne ran around the next corner. Her head was filled with frantic thoughts about whether to turn left or right. There were no landmarks ahead of us – only a paved road and fenced lots. Every step was heavy as she carried a baby in her arms. She really didn't know why she was running. All she knew was that the moment she saw the baby left on the steps, she heard loud screams. Darianne was afraid for the child. She just couldn't leave it there. She was a social worker and she can't leave an abandoned child at the mercy of who knows what. The screams began to become distant. Darianne saw a church, a place for all souls seeking refuge. She managed to open the heavy wooden and metal door. Then she used her back to close it. She closed the church door from the inside and backed away slowly. They were safe. The baby was sleeping in her arms. Darianne checked the sex of the baby. It was a little girl. Who could be cruel enough to leave a baby exposed to the elements like that? Darianne chose the bench farthest from the door. It was right next to the confessional. The screaming stopped. It seemed like she and the baby were safe for now. As she began to relax, something broke one of the church's stained glass windows. Darianne was surprised, but before she could reach the next bench, a huge wolf with fiery eyes jumped into her path. This wasn't just any wolf she'd watched on a nature channel before. Its fangs were as long as a grown man's middle finger. Her mouth opened wide enough to swallow his head or the baby she held in her arms. Saliva flowed liberally from the corners of his mouth. His breath smelled of death as he licked the fresh blood from his lips. Darianne... middle of paper... I'm not playing, you know Redclaws don't like the idea of ​​change or changes. “Why does it have to be my child? My firstborn? » asked George bitterly. He and Sandra have been waiting years for their own newborn. When they finally got him, it turned out that their baby was the prophesied instigator of change in the werewolf race. “He’s your firstborn, because your blood is special,” Sistus said. “You know you come from the first Silverbite clan. If the leader had not fallen ill on the day of the battle, your clan would still hold power today. The Red Claws know your blood is strong. "And according to the prophecy, my daughter is strong enough to make this big change, huh?" George said. “If it’s me, I’m all for it. But this is my daughter we're talking about. She hasn't even seen the world yet and she already has the world on her shoulders.”