The change

The war was over and Hope was the last of her family. She was badly injured and needed help from somewhere. Her family were hunters and they had been out numbered since it was a clan of werewolves. There was a tremendous pain on her arm and she looked at it seeing it was a bite. "Fuck. Well, this will be how I end up dying." She had no idea how long it took before she'd turn into a werewolf. Hope walked for days now and she hasn't eaten much a week prior to her war. Which was making her feel weak. She came upon what looked like a kingdom and she couldn't go any further until she collapsed laying unconscious.