Story Prologue

                                                    Prologue   

Have you ever had that dream, in which your whole life appeared as the dream and the dream was you waking up in to the real world?
I have.
I had the dream again last night. A recurring dream that I have had for most of my life…
Well with a life like mine what more could you expect?
I paced the floor, desperately praying for something to help me fall back to sleep.
  However living in a cell does tend to break sleep patterns.
No I am not in jail. That would include doing something to deserve my imprisonment.
I am in a mental institution… No I am not crazy. If I were, then this whole thing would be easier to deal with. I just had some transactional difficulties.
…I’m a Goddamn werewolf!
Okay yeah I know how that sounds… not really proving the I’m actually sane theory.
Werewolves were legalized way before I was born; however I wasn’t born a werewolf. I was bitten and, although I have always considered myself to be open minded but that didn’t stop me from having issues with my new life style… Anyways so I became a little violent. Okay, very violent and so my parents decided to put my in here until I “calmed down” … you know, most parents would just ground their kids when they ‘acted out’.  Although I don’t really know how they expected me to behave. Being turned into a werewolf at the age of fifteen can put a damper on your social life. However I suppose there actions were understandable…. Only nearly five years have past since they dumped me in hell and I am still here.
Well not for much longer. My name is Avalon and the government has just hired me as a preternatural bounty hunter.