The dream always starts the same way. She's running. Running from what or whom she doesn't know. All she knows is that she has to keep running. Has to get away.

She can hear howling as she turns her head. Then she trips. She can see it now. The biggest wolf she's ever seen comes into view.

She's never been more afraid in her life as it comes ever closer, and then her arm starts to burn right at the spot where her birthmark is. That strange birthmark that looked like a wolf howling at the moon.

She awakes gasping just before she's sure she'll be burned alive as pain wracks her body.