Ashley was only nine years old when the Cherokee found her deep in the forest. She was badly wounded, unconscious, and completely alone. No one knew where she had come from, who her family was, or how long she had been out there. They searched the surrounding area for clues, but there was nothing that could tell them who she was or what had happened to her. They brought her back to the village and cared for her. When Ashley finally woke, she couldn’t remember anything. Not her parents. Not her home. Not even her own life before the forest. At first, everyone assumed her memories would eventually return. Days became weeks, weeks became months, and eventually years. But the past remained completely out of reach. The Cherokee community became the only family Ashley knew. They raised her, taught her their traditions, their stories, how to survive in the forest, which plants could be eaten or used for medicine, and how to respect the land around them. Ashley grew up alongside the children of the community, slowly becoming part of their everyday life rather than simply someone they had rescued. Now, seven years have passed. Ashley is sixteen. She speaks their language, knows the forest almost as well as those who were born there, and has grown deeply attached to the people who raised her. To Ashley, this isn’t a place she happens to live. It’s home. Tho this tribe is different than other tribes no they didn’t have a special language or traditions they we’re shifters. They could shit into big wolves even bigger than a horse, most start at about the age of thirteen. Some earlier some later. Their body temperature always stays extremely warm no matter what weather it is. The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees as Ashley moved quietly through the forest, a woven basket hanging from her arm. She was gathering berries and a few herbs that her family had asked her to bring back before sunset. She knew these woods almost by heart now. Every familiar trail, stream, and clearing felt like part of her. Ashley crouched beside a bush, carefully picking the ripe berries when she suddenly heard something behind her. She froze. Someone was approaching. Two hands went over her eyes until She heard Wahyas familiar voice, deep and teasing god how she melted when he spoke.