I woke up before the sun could even rise. Today was my eighteenth birthday. In a normal child’s life this would be a day that is celebrated; but, not for me. Today would be no different than yesterday or the day before.
I rolled off the makeshift mattress I set up in my room and go wash my face in the sink. I catch a glimpse of my face in the mirror and I see that the bruises on my neck are fading. The cut on my head has already healed. For a moment I allow myself to have a small pity party. Although I do not believe that I am horrible looking, I am definitely not the beauty that my sister is known to be. I am not as tall as other girls my age and I although I am constantly called fat the truth is I am rather gaunt looking.I look at my mousey brown hair hating every strand of it. I look at my almond shaped hazel eyes and wish they were green like my sisters. After washing up I throw on a t-shirt and some old sweatpants. There is one luxury I allow myself, and that is my morning run.
Creeping quietly down the back stairs of the pack house I can not wait to be in the woods. To feel the ground beneath my feet. To smell the sweet forest full of trees. Finally, I make it outside and my heart beats faster. I can feel my wolf aching to be free.
I first shifted when I was thirteen, which is a very young age to shift. Most werewolves do not shift until they are sixteen. It happened after I had endured another alcohol fueled rage from my father. That time he had not broken any bones that night but had ripped enough of my hair out that I was sure that I was going to be bald. That night I felt my wolf awaken. She knew I was hurting, and I needed her comfort, and healing powers. Shifting was terrifying the first time. You feel every bone snap and adjust, you feel your fingers and toes elongate into claws. Your jaw widens, and all your skin tingle as you sprout your fur for the very first time. I never told anyone that I shifted. I learned very young to keep anything that brought me any kind of joy or comfort a secret. After your first couple of shifts, it does not hurt anymore. In fact, it’s almost enjoyable.
I could feel my wolf itching to be let out the closer I got to the edge of the woods. The Silver Moon pack owned its territory in Eastern Oregon at the base of the Blue Mountains. I love the smell of the mountain air. This morning it was crispy, with a slight cold wind. Soon enough there would be snow. As I reached the edge of the forest, I looked around to make sure I was alone, then stripped out of my clothes in order to shift.
My wolf was ecstatic to be free and running through the woods. Our keen sense of smell picked up the different scents. The pine trees with their sap, the mushrooms growing on the forest ground, the river that was up ahead, all of the wildlife running free through the trees. In a short time, we had made it to the river. I shifted back into my human form as I slid down the riverbed to dip my toes into the freezing water. This was my favorite spot in the entire world.
I lay there quietly propped up on the riverbed, sinking my toes into the icy water just listening to the woods around me. I loved hearing the birds wake up and rustle their young ones. I hear a rustle in the bushes on the opposite riverbank and open my eyes to see a beautiful doe. Her soft brown fur resembled the softest of velvet. She was majestic in her beauty, simply standing there alert but unafraid. Suddenly she started bounding deeper into the woods and I felt my heart ache that I could not go with her. I would give anything to be free.
There have been a few times in my life that I thought about running away. Running meant turning rogue though, and more often than not a wolf without a pack was seen as dangerous and killed on the spot. Rogues were thought to not be loyal to anything or anyone. They lived on their own terms refusing to submit to an Alpha. Packs seen this as unnatural and they felt that it was an unbalance in nature. To werewolves everything had a station in life, an order. Anything outside of that order was considered dangerous.
I knew it was time to go. I knew I needed to get back to the pack house before everyone woke up. They would be expecting breakfast, and I would get beaten severely if they had to wait for it. I hated my station in life, but I knew that I could not change it. I was the monster, I was the one that killed my brother.
My wolf was less joyed about the return trip home. She knew what was about to happen. She knew that we had to keep our head down and take the slaps and name calling. One more day to us. One more day wishing we were anywhere else but here. We both knew that today would be one of the worst days though. Today was a reminder to my entire pack, but especially to my parents, that I was alive and my brother was not. I entered the pack house through the back door, making sure that I made as little noise as possible. As long as the pack members were asleep, I was safe. I turned on the two big coffee makers we had in the kitchen and started to get out the skillets I would need to make up the pack breakfast.Most pack members have their own homes. The members that live here in the pack house are the Alpha, the Luna, the Beta and his mate, a few of our strongest warriors, and a few
I do not mind cleaning. Usually I can stay out of the way of pack members, and since I clean everyday there is not much that needs done. Our pack house has ten guest rooms that are currently empty. I start by opening all the windows to air out the unused rooms. I love breathing in the crisp mountain air that comes in. Changing out the linens is a quick process since every room has its own closet with fresh sheets in them. The Luna takes great pride in the fact that the pack house is color coordinated. Every room that houses pack members or guest is decorated in its own color scheme.My favorite room is to the south of the pack house. Its color scheme is a natural light green. I love being able to look out the windows and see the forest tops. Simply being in the room brings a peace to my soul. I take a little longer in that room, changing the linens, and putting fresh towels in the attached washroom. As I am finishing up, I can hear Melissa&
Caleb’s Point of ViewBeing an Alpha means that I must do things on occasion that I do not want to do, the Mabon Ball is one of those things. I hate being surrounded by people, all of them trying to kiss up to the Alpha. I have a strong dislike for fake people. I would much rather be running through the woods, patrolling my borders, or training with my warriors. Unfortunately, politics demand that I attend this function. I have been the Alpha of my pack since I was fourteen years old. My father and mother the previous Alpha and Luna were murdered by rogues. I was one of the youngest Alphas and because of that I pushed myself to be the best. I can say with pride that my pack is one of the largest packs in the north west. We are also one of the strongest packs. I train my warriors without
Caleb’s Point of ViewI hated waking up in a strange bed. I hated even more that my normal routine could not be kept. Par usual I wake up before almost everyone else. I quickly throw on some sweatpants, not even bothering with a shirt. These rare hours that I have to myself I use them to spoil myself. The rest of my days are filled with meetings, trainings, and other pack business. With the tension in my shoulders I know that I need to let my wolf out on a run so that I am calmer tonight for the festivities. I know that my pack is hoping that I find my mate tonight. Truth be told I am a little anxious to find her as well.I quickly make my way out of the pack house, and instantly my body starts to loosen up. I head to the south and find myself looking up at the window of the room I slept in last night. The Silver Moon pack has been very generous since we arrived, and I am thankful that Theo is great with polit
Daphne’s Point of ViewAfter the altercation with Heather I had cleaned up the dining room. I carefully avoided all contact with not only my pack, but the visiting pack members as well. As soon as I had the dining room cleaned up, I washed up the dishes and retreated to my room. Everyone else was busy worrying about the visiting pack. I just wanted to disappear.The next morning my throat was still sore and a little scratchy from where Heather had choked me. Checking the mirror, I can see that the bruises were already fading from sight. Since I love to shift every morning and go for a run my healing abilities are pretty good. Being a werewolf means that we heal relatively quickly, but if you do not regularly shift your healing abilities can be hindered.Heading out the back door I was extra careful to be quiet this morning. Since we are rarely visited by other packs I do not know if th
Caleb’s Point of ViewI take my time returning to my clothes. My mind keeps returning to the wolf girl I seen at the river. I know every wolf in my pack, including the pups. She did not belong to my pack, and she is not a rogue so she must belong to the Silver Moon pack. I am smiling as I shift back into my human form and throw my sweatpants and shoes back on. I can not wait to speak to Theo.Bounding back up to the second floor of the manor I am glad that me and Theo are roomed right next to each other. I do not even knock on his door; I just burst in and find that he is in the adjoining shower. I am pacing back and forth in his room trying to be patient as he finishes. For a moment I considered mind linking him and telling him to hurry up. Even my wolf is anxious to share the encounter with the beautiful wolf girl in the woods. Finally, I hear the shower turn off
Daphne’s Point of ViewI was nervous throughout most of the morning, scared that my secret about shifting would be exposed. I calmed down throughout the day though as it continued to be basically normal. Breakfast was bigger than usual because of the visiting pack. The Alpha decided that I was too clumsy to serve out our guests, so he ordered some of the Omegas of our pack to serve out the meal. I was sent over to the hall to ensure that it was clean for the decorations to be set up and the caters to arrive. I hated being dismissed before breakfast was over because now, I could not eat any of the left-over food. Oh well I thought it is not the first time I have gone without food.As I was walking to the meeting hall, I noticed that the pack was out and about. Clearly everyone was excited about the ball tonight. I watched mothers taking their daughters to get their hair done and I felt the familiar ache of wish
Caleb’s Point of ViewCuriosity was getting the better of me, I needed to know who that wolf girl was that I seen this morning. I simply could not get her off my mind. Theo tried to distract me by going over next weeks training schedule, but my heart and mind were not in it. Finally, he gave up and asked me if I wanted to walk around this pack’s territory. I readily agreed, which lead him to teasing me about possibly running into a certain girl.Simply being outside relaxed my muscles and put a smile on my face. Looking around I noticed that the Silver Moon pack had done a great job in the way they had structured their buildings. The Manor House was center but towards the back giving the inhabitants a great view of the woods. Their meeting hall was off to the left, with an array of small shops surrounding it. The pack members houses were spread along the north side of the town, and beyond those were the