Cursed. It's what she felt. What she was. Is. Ever since that night, death has followed in her wake, her only constant in an ever changing world. Death nips at her feet and snarls at those around her but she loves him none the less. She'd found him on her doorstep after she had stumbled out of her burning home, the pup had looked curiously at her as if it was questioning her reasons for setting fire to the house, then seemed to shrug before it had followed her down the stairs. Now eleven years on and they were still together, the wolf walked beside her, the pair instilling fear in the hearts of all who saw them. All around her, she could hear them, the whispers. “I heard she kills anyone who gets on her bad side.” “I heard the wolf ate someone in her old school.” She sighed. It was a new school but the rumours remained the same. “How does anyone live with a power like that.” “She should just turn it on herself and die.” Mina looked down at the wolf. “You would like to eat some of these people, ay?” The wolf grinned in response. “I bet you she doesn’t even have powers. I mean, have you ever actually seen it?” One of the girls laughed, her loud, obnoxious pitch just begging to get ripped out by the wolf. It had always been like this. Ever since that night, they had been spilling rumours about her. At first it had started off innocent, mere speculation over what happened and the appearance of the wolf pup by her side. But once word spread, parents warned their kids to stay away from her, even her best friend feared her. Then the taunts started. The not so hushed whispers and sideways glances. They all stood