Ursula's Fault Essay

Despite the warning signs, everyone that knew Ursula as a child believed she was a happy little girl. And, for the most part, she was. She loved doing many things, and many perceived her as a bundle of sunshine. But there was also something that was seemingly off about her. For the most part, it wasn’t even her fault. It wasn’t her fault that her father decided to not go through with the ‘family business’ when he was old enough, instead opting out to travel as a merchant across the world. It wasn’t her fault that he met her mother in an entirely different country. And it certainly wasn’t her fault that her mother happened to be descended from wolves. What was her fault, however, was how little she thought of humans. And how much she underestimated them throughout her life.

And why wouldn’t she? It was taught to her practically since birth that she was better than them. That she
Then, the vicar who’d started the witch hunt, and then the rest of the village. It took three days for her to wipe out the small area she’d grown up in, but once she had, her thirst for blood waned a little. So she left it all behind and started to roam. She first went to England, and from there she went to the same country her mother was from, in hopes that she would find the same pack her mother once told her of. The one her grandfather was the alpha of.

When she got there, she did find the pack. But it was in shambles. A lycan by the name of Romulus had swooped in, and after a long and hard discussion with the alpha, he decided that he’d no longer need his head. It was jarring. To find out that the only blood relative left had just been murdered by someone else, but it was also relieving. Ursula wouldn’t have been able to take any more of the pity, or the scorn she faced when the other werewolves found out that she’d gotten her parents killed by humans no less.

It seemed, once again, she had a less than savory