Hey there... If you're new to my works, then welcome. If you're a long time subscriber, I profusely apologize... I haven't been on, or published anything in over a year. But I'm BACK! Woot! And this time, I'm here to stay. So buckle up. This is going to be one hell of a ride.

Summary: Victoria Ball was an ordinary lawyer, living an ordinary life, until she volunteered to be a test subject, for a local world renowned Genetic Ornithologist. The results were not as expected... When someone threatens to upset the peaceful balance within her life, she will be faced with challenges nobody could foresee. And the results will leave her head spinning...

"Your Honor, I believe without a reasonable doubt that leaving this man to go free will endanger the safety of his family, and any civilians in his way." I looked down, shuffling through my papers. I pulled out the paper I was searching for. "This is a sworn statement from the defendant's family, stating they want nothing to do with this man. We would like to admit this as Exhibit One." I handed over the paper to Judge Gevanti.

She took the paper, and skimmed it quickly, over her round glasses. The glasses were silver, and matched her round, pale face. She was wearing black robes, which seemed a few sizes too large. Her golden hair was in a bunch of curls, tight to her head. She moved, and I caught the briefest glimpse of grey roots. She handed the paper to the administrator below her. "Admit this as Exhibit One." She turned her gaze back to me, flicking occasionally to the defendant behind me, sitting at the table.

I turned to the defendant, walking over to my cherry wood table across from his, smoothing out my dark blue pant suit, which was NOT lawyer chic, I might add. My subtle heels clacked against the dull gray linoleum as I walked, and made a skidding noise as I sat down. Or maybe it was the chair. I set my folder down, shuffling through it. My black hair fell into my face, again. My hair was that pure black that had blue tints in it in certain lights. I had two long streaks of white stretching from the roots to the tip, which was currently tucked behind my ears. I made a mental note to go visit Sandy, my hairdresser, to get it shorter. Maybe a cute pixie cut. I pulled out a few papers, sliding them onto the desk. I turned my light brown eyes, which almost looked orange to the defendant as his lawyer began to lie about how his client was 'rehabilitated.'

Garret Arenet sat hunched over the desk, trying his best to not look menacing. The orange jumpsuit clashed with his dark skin. I knew he was over six feet, yet he was looking down in almost remorse. Which of course was a ruse, he was a repeat offender; Rape, battery, assault, tax evasion, and owed more in child support than I'd make in two years. It was a miracle he wasn't in a federal prison. He suddenly looked up at me. His pale brown eyes held a flame of fury. Eyes that said, 'Once I get out of here, you're next.' And in that moment I knew, he wouldn't stop hurting women; he had to be locked up forever.

"We will take a recess, to make my decision. Court will reconvene at 9am tomorrow morning." Judge Gevanti said, and banged her gavel. I stood when the bailiff called for it, and began stuffing my papers into my folder, then jamming my folder into my briefcase. I picked up my purse, and hitched it on my shoulder. The purse was black and fit under the nook of my arm perfectly.

I walked out of the courthouse and checked my watch. 1:15. I was late for my lunch date. Shit. I pulled out my cell phone, and turned it on. I waited for it to boot up, and I started walking towards the café.

I dialed the number, and it went straight to voicemail. I left a quick message, and pocketed the device. It started ringing as soon as my hand was away from it. I snatched it up, and answered it.

"Hey, I'm sorry I'm late, court ran over."

"It's no big, babe. But I had to go back to work, can we do dinner instead?"

"Sure. Anything in particular?" I closed my eyes and pictured my long-time boyfriend, James Morgan. I could see him sitting at his desk, wearing the green shirt I bought him a year ago, and his favorite blue tie, which was probably on crooked again. I smiled. I could picture him laughing, with those dimples which I loved so much, smiling lighting up his sea foam blue-green eyes. And his blonde hair, which was currently longer than he liked, hanging in his eyes.

"You know I love everything you cook. Unless you don't feel like cooking, I could always cook." I stifled a laugh at the thought of him in front of a stove.

"No thanks, I actually want to make it to court tomorrow." James chuckled. He owns up to not being able to cook. Always jokes that that's why he became an architect.

"I'm sure I'll find something. Maybe we can order from that Thai place Diane was telling me about."

"Sounds great babe. I'll see you at around 6-ish?"

I nodded, then realized he couldn't see it. "Perfect. I love you."

"And I you." And with that, he hung up.

I walked back to my car, and drove home. It was late October in Houston, so it wasn't incredibly hot, but it was still warm. Other places in the country were already starting to snow, and Houston was still pushing 70.

I walked up the steps leading to my two bedroom house, and picked up the mail. The house was a deep chestnut color, with crème accents. There were a few hibiscus plants scattered amongst the rose bushes, which sat bordering the front of the house. I put my key in the slot, and pushed the big light brown door opened. I sat my bag on the table inside the hallway, and kicked off my shoes while shuffling through the mail. A single envelope caught my eye. It was plain, and just had my name written across it. I stopped and stared at it. I put everything else down, and opened the letter. Inside was a note on a single sheet of computer paper. I didn't recognize the handwriting, but the words sent shivers up my spine.

I know what you are.

I sent a hand up to touch the feather at the nape of my neck.

My name is Victoria Ball, and I am a Shifter. And this is my story.