It was dark, but it was not too dark to see that I was surrounded by trees. I was in a clearing in a forest. I stood up shakily, my legs sore and weak. I looked around again, trying to see if there was any other life. Seeing nothing, I stretched my back out and started walking. I could have been wandering for mere seconds or years, my sense of time horribly warped, when I stumbled upon a shaking, furry figure.

I walked forward with reckless abandon. I had the power of a god, literally. Nothing could hurt me. Right? I walked closer, the figure cowering and whimpering. I finally realized it was a she-wolf. The closer I got, the closer to the ground she pressed herself.

"Hey, hey, I'm not gonna hurt you." I said gently, holding a hoof out. She came forward and looked me in the eye. Her eyes were hazel, her fur a darkish brown. I went to pet her, but she snarled. I jumped back instinctively, and she lurched at my chest. I unfolded my wings hurriedly, about to jump into the safety of the air, when two more wolves ambushed me. Each took a single wing in their jaws. My head whipped back and forth looking at the two holding me down. The thin, leathery skin over the frame of my wings were torn and bleeding furiously. I had completely forgotten the wolf in front of me. She sprung forward, white teeth bared in the moonless night, and sunk them deep into the flesh above my heart. I screamed, trying to bat her off, but the pain was too great for me to focus enough to cast a spell.

The hazel-eyed she-wolf pulled back, ripping every layer of fur, skin, flesh, and muscle away from my body. I howled in agony, to the point of my throat about to bleed. My bare ribcage was there, my lungs and heart visible. I couldn't do anything, I was paralyzed, and she went for it.

The next thing I knew, my heart was in the jaws of the she-wolf, my ribs on the ground, shattered.

I was breathing incredibly hard, but I wasn't dead. Why wasn't I dead?! I could still feel my heart beating a foot away from the cavity where it was meant to be. I wind blew past me, hitting my raw insides. I shoved my hoof into the bloody hole to seal it up.

I stared into those savage hazel eyes, and saw something so familiar. Any tears that were going to fall disappeared. I can't cry, not in front of those eyes.

A silver blur knocked the she-wolf over, and the two wolves holding my wings tore away, ripping off whatever was left. The fled into the night, but the silver thing didn't care.

It was a large wolf, his fur the color of polished silver. He stood over the she-wolf snarling and growling. The she-wolf clamped her teeth down on my heart, earning a loud sob from me. The silver wolf starting biting and clawing at her, but she fought back ferociously. The silver wolf closed his jaw on her ear, his claws on her face. He tore her ear off and scratched out her eyes, yet the she-wolf never let go of my heart.

She flipped him over, her paw on his muzzle, pressing down as if to break it. He beat her over the head with his free paw, catching his claws in her flesh. The she-wolf retracted for a second, buying the silver wolf time to jump on her back, grabbing her by the scruff of her neck and shaking her like a ragdoll. The she-wolf threw him off, and he landed with a thump in the dirt. She turned to me, her ruined hazel eyes murderous and beastly, my blood and her blood and the silver wolf's blood on her fur.

From behind, the silver wolf slammed his body into her's, and she fell. Before she could make any move, the silver wolf locked his teeth into her throat, and I heard him crush her trachea in his mouth.

Limping, he gently picked up my heart in his mouth, still beating, and trotted over to me. For the first time, I noticed a blue shimmer ran over his fur when he moved, and he had brown eyes.

I held my hoof out again, this time covered in blood from holding my chest. He sped up, pressing his nose against it. He dropped my heart in front of me, sitting down and licking his wounds. I forced a simple telekinesis spell to pick up the bloody organ, and placed it inside my body. The silver wolf looked up, and leaned forwards. His tongue ran across where the flesh would have been, and where his tongue touched, my body rebuilt. I gasped, not only from that, but that the color of my magic turned from midnight blue to a soft orange.

Suddenly, I uttered a cry as what felt like my bones meshing together shot through my skeleton. I think I was getting smaller, and my wings had melted back into my body. The swirling nebula that I called my mane turned a different kind of shiny, and fell limp, not moving. My pupils dilated, but lost their see-in-the-dark-ness, and my teeth were no longer pointed fangs.

I collapsed in the dirt, sobbing. The silver wolf curled against me, licking the tears off my cheek.

When it finally stopped, I reached out and stroked his head, noticing we were the same size, running my hoof over his right ear. It flopped with the motion of the pet, and sprung back when I removed my hoof. I had left a streak of blood, but neither of us cared. I threw my hooves around his neck, pressing my face against his, hugging myself into his fur. I noticed that his eyes, unlike the other wolves, had a... human-esque quality. They were filled with such emotion and understanding, I couldn't believe it was merely a beast. But, like with the she-wolf, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I'd seen those eyes before.

I closed mine, tired from all the pain I had to endure. I could feel him press his nose against mine, but it wasn't a wet wolf-nose, it was soft yet firm, like velvet stretched thin against foam. I felt something on my lips, something, like the nose, soft yet firm, but a different kind. I knew the feel. I liked it. Without thinking, I kissed back.

I slowly opened my eyes, wanting to see, but when I opened them, there was nothing.

Nothing at all.