• I narrowed my eyes against the glare of the explosion. I can't believe that I hadn't made it in time. Stupid wolves! I was crouched, my claws out, my fangs bared, hissing like mad. I focused my eyes until the killers became clear and sharp. I sat back on my haunches, my coiled whip digging in to my side. "You're not a hero, Patience, nobody is. Even Superman has his weaknesses and imperfections. You're no different, just because you're a new face to myths." My father's words echoed in my mind. "He's right," Nick said, crawling up next to me. "When I heard what you were thinking, and what you were going to do, I tried to teleport, but for some reason it failed. But, back to the point. You're no hero, but you're definitely not a killer." "Well what does it matter?!" I spat, my velvety, man-magnet voice dripping with venom and steel. Well, when you're experimented on for three years by crazy scientists, you have to use venom a lot. Especially if you end up 1/3 feline, 1/4 avian, and the rest of you is human. Yeah I know, all this sci-fi crap and all that, but this is real. I began to shake uncontrollably, shivers of anger ripping down my spine. "Patience, don't. You know it's not good to get your anger out by going insane in the forest. Especially around the wolves," Nick warned. "I don't care!" I snapped, my voice already sounding feline-ish. Then, I morphed. I snarled, lashing my tail back and forth. I like being in my cougar form, but it had disadvantages. For one, you can't hold a fork. Need I say more? I looked around, heading for the forest, my claws giving me extra traction. Then, I exploded, ripping the crap out of trees, slashing a wolf literally in half, and swearing like a sailor with scurvy...