Have you ever experienced death? Do you question where you go when you breathe your last breath? When all the pain and feeling in your body disappear? I think death was the most peaceful moment in my life.

My name August Bloom, a purebred grey wolf. I was on my way home after a hunt but got hit by a truck when crossing a mountain backside road. At first, pain surged throughout my as the hard rocks on the road stabbed at my skin. I stopped feeling everything as my eyes followed the car that just sent me on the path to death. As my irregular breathing came close to a stop, I slowly closed my heavy eyelids, and went into a deep and everlasting slumber.

"Do you want to live?" A powerful voice spoke clearly in my mind, asking a question that was not hard to decide.

"Yes," I sincerely answered, "Why do you want to live on, even after experiencing such an unfair life?" The voice questioned me again. "The last thing my parents said to me was, " If you can find the strength in you to cry, then you can find the strength in you to do something about it. So I want to make my unfair life something to be proud of." Silence took over once I answered the question of the voice. Then the voice spoke again, " I will grant you this life you so desire, for I believe you'll make use of it." A bright light shone through the pit of darkness. It drew me in, and then spit me out.

♠16 years later♠

After speaking with my Savior, the voice, I was reborn into a werewolf body.

Hello, my name is August Bloom, a 16-year-old werewolf who time traveled into the body of a time-traveled into a newborns body. My new life is both a miracle and a blessing. My parents were poor, but spoiled me with their love. My neighbor, Mr. Hong taught me Martial arts, reading, writing, and art. He's some teacher for noble brats. I thought my life was perfect until Mr. Hong told me something unbelievable. He claimed that my parents weren't my biological parents. He said I was not human, and they took advantage of my real parent's death. Being my stubborn self, I didn't believe in the reality before me. So, I decided to confront these frauds. Little did I know that was. the beginning of the huge shift in my life.

"Mom, Dad, where are you?" I just entered my home, returning from Mr. Hong's place. "Upstairs Sweety." My mom's sweet voice answered my call. I walked up the stairs as they creaked under my weight. I walked through the thin hall as I stopped at the end room. Doubt and hesitation invaded my mind. I stood before their door, not knowing if I should knock or return to my room. Suddenly the door opened before me.

My lovely mother stood before me. "Silly, why are you just standing there?" She laughed sweetly. Even though confusion was laced on her gentle features. She was in her mid-thirties, but her beauty was in her prime. Soft yellow curls hung lowly on her back, as her soft green eyes stare at me with only love and affection. "Werewolf, " Now she was even more confused. I spoke cautiously. "I am a werewolf." Shock and terror replaced the eyes that once looked at me with love and affection.

The reality set in, but before I could question this betrayer and fraud, a sharp pain stung throughout my neck. Huh... so far, the second chance at life will end now? Did the voice know this was gonna happen?

Who knows how long it's been, but I woke up with my whole body being sore. When I tried to rub my dry eyes, constraints held me down. This broke me out of my sleepy state. Taking in my surroundings, I noticed a tiny lamp gave light to this room. A collar with spikes on the inside was heavy around my neck. I remember seeing these collars on slaves that followed noble brats around. Me. Hong said they were meant to keep a werewolf from transforming. Cuffs around my wrists and ankles chained me down to the walls and floor.

As I kneel on the cold and hard floor, the iron cage door swung open. A man came in with a bucket. "Dinner time" the deep voice rang throughout the small cell. "Excuse me, sir, can you tell me where I am?" I asked in a calm voice. Maybe I wasn't allowed to talk, or he's tired of hearing people ask this question. His hand wailed against my face, the taste of blood from my cut lip was a strong taste in my mouth.

"A mere dog has no right to speak! No dinner for disobedient animals!" He slammed the door with a loud clank. A mere dog, huh? What I hate most is loud noises and arrogant snobs that are excuses for people! My silver eyes turned red, as my white hair grew longer. I slowly stood up, as my chains were slowly snapped, one by one. I angrily placed my hands on the cell door, pulling it easily out of place. A werewolf eye color doesn't change unless you change your ranks, but you can't change your eyes back to your lower ranks color. From the lowest rank starts at silver, brown, green, blue, red, black, and yellow. The only reason my eyes switch colors is because my rank in my last life was silver, while my rank in this life is red. So, when someone looks at your eyes, they know what rank you are.

They must have put me in a silver rank cage. Everything here breaks so easily. I only had black pants on, as I walked down the rows of cages. Each cage held a silver rank werewolf.

I didn't know where we were, or how many guards were around, so I didn't want to risk their lives too. As I passed each silver rank, they bowed their heads to me. I used to be like them when higher ranks would walk by.

When I reached the end of the hall, two doors were in front of me. A common door, and a painted brown door. I'm guessing the brown door leads to the cages filled with Brown ranks, so I decided instead of going farther into the h.ll like dungeon, then I'll try to get out as fast as possible.

I calmed myself down, a little disappointed I couldn't rip that guy from earlier to shreds. I didn't know what was behind this door, so I didn't want to have my identity exposed. Or my true rank.

Opening the door, a concrete staircase was leading to a long path upwards. I must be exceedingly deep underground.

Following along the steep staircase, I suddenly got pushed back by an invisible force. As I fell downwards, a bunch of darts came flying at me all of a sudden.

I managed to dodge the flying darts by pushing off the staircase, and using my claws to hand on the ceiling.

With the little control and experience I have with being a werewolf, I couldn't get my toenails to transform into claws, so my legs were hanging down lifelessly. I trained in all different kinds of martial arts, so I normally would be able to stay here for at least a week or more.

When I thought the situation couldn't get any worse, gas started to leak out at the bottom step, slowly filling in the gap between us.

The odorless gas was increasing at an incredible rate now.

I'm glad I might have an idea how to get out, but there are too many things that can go wrong.

I slowly released my left hand. I retracted my claws, to take off my pants. I tied the waist and left leg hole closed with my free hand and mouth. I swung the pants around, capturing air in the closed-off space.

I cover my face with the right leg hole, fastening it around my ears. The fabric is a little too spread apart, but it is my last option.

I released my right hand that was still on the ceiling.

My only chance of escaping this white foggy gas is to return to the silver ranks cages. Or if I have to, then I can go into the brown ranked cages.

I rush through the gas, using the walls to keep track of where I am, because I can't see anything at all. Not anything below my waist.

I ignore the stinging pain in my eyes, as I reach the door.

It's locked.

I'm running out of air.

I lifted up my leg and smashed down the heavy door with all my remaining strength.

I think I breathed in the gas, I'm feeling dizzy. I walked in the silver ranked cage once again, but fell in front of one of the cages. I expected to fall and feel pain on my right side, but a pair of delicate arms wrapped around me. A delicate smell of roses was the last thing i remember before everything went black.