LOGIN*Cathwulf*
I look at myself in the mirror, smiling at my reflection. I am wearing no makeup, my hair hanging loose and I am only wearing a rope of white silk…and by only I mean no underwear. These are the instructions I have been given. I guess it has to do with the transformation going more smoothly with no clothes in the way.
Tonight I will go through the rituals and change into my wolf self for the first time…and hopefully imprint on a mate. I almost can’t wait.
I am happy that my family is here for me, they are all proud of me, but it will only be my mom and Alaric attending the ceremony, the others are too young, just as it is of course my first time being there too… you can’t participate before your first change.
“Maybe brown… a pretty chocolate”. I mumble to myself, wondering what colour of wolf I will be. There are different shades of grey and brown, those are the… common colours. Then there are black wolves, which are rare..and mostly high ranking wolves are black. There are also white wolves... but there hasn’t been a new white wolf in decades.
There are of course myths of even rarer colours ... golden wolves, the moon wolf, which is silver as created by moonlight... and the illusive opal queen of wolves... but I am pretty sure those are fairy tales for wolves cubs, like human kids dreaming about being rock stars.
Taking a deep breath I walk downstairs, where I am greeted by my family, who all congratulate and hug me. Telling me I look beautiful.
Lyca hands me a gift-wrapped present. “Time to open your special gift”.
I have already gotten a bunch of presents at dinner, little things my family has picked for me and that I value immensely, knowing they are given with love.
“Oh thank you so much... you didn’t have to get me anything special. The things I already have are more than enough”. I am so excited to open the gift. I love gifts and my family always gives the best ones.
“It’s probably not very valuable... but very special”. She gives me a small smile. “This was attached to the blanket you were found wrapped in... I kept it and had it cleaned for you”.
I feel my heart beat faster… It is something from when I was found. Most likely something my parents wanted me to have. The only things I have from them is the blanket I was wrapped in and a small wolf teddy. I slowly remove the paper from the gift.
“Oh”. It leaves me as a gasp as I open the small velvet box… It is a golden necklace with a round pendant… the pendant is black onyx and mother of pear, showing a moon and three stars in the night sky.
Everyone wants to see it and Lyca gently touches my shoulder. “I don’t know if it means anything… but I thought you were old enough to have it now”.
I hug her tightly. “Thanks mom, it’s beautiful... I love it so much”.
“You are welcome…and now it’s time for your ritual. Don’t get scared sweetie, we have all been through it, it is how the moon Goddess has demanded it. And remember no matter what... I am proud of you”. She smiles at me and I know she is telling the truth... even if I turn out to be just the most plain grey wolf, she will still be proud and love me.
We say goodbye to all my younger siblings and start the walk through the forest to the secret spot, where my first change will happen.
When we reach the clearing by the lake the whole pack is already waiting there. Or everyone who has had their first change. I notice that most of the un-mated males are eyeing me curiously.
Everyone is wearing capes, but I am the only one wearing a white Cape. Everyone else is wearing brown, red or black, signifying their rank in the pack. The alpha will be wearing the silver moonlight cape.
We step out into the middle of the circle, and I feel my heart racing like crazy... I am not sure what is going to happen here… every pack has its own rituals, I have been told... and you are of course not allowed to know anything before your own first change.
The Alpha emerges from the throng, looking almost like a King as he steps over to us and holds out his hand to me. Lyca nods encouragingly and whispers. “Come on... go with him… it is time”.
I let him take my hand and he leads me up on the dais where there is what looks like a stone altar. “Cathwulf Pureheart... are you ready for your first change ? Ready to join the wolf ranks ?”
“Yeah”. I mumble shyly. I mean I have no idea what will happen, so I am both nervous and a bit scared. The alpha is a harsh man, who always intimidated me.
“Then show us your true self”. He kinda throws out his arms and two of the younger females step up and take hold of my robe. I realise they are going to pull it off me, leaving me naked in front of the whole pack.
First I feel like covering myself up, I mean there are about 70 people looking at my naked body and I do not feel comfortable at all. But then they start chanting and a moment later the clouds slide apart, revealing I will do my first change on a blue moon... that's supposed to be a really good sign, so is having a full moon on your 18th birthday.
I look at the moon, trying to connect to her and forget the embarrassment of being naked. A weird feeling starts running through me... like something taking me over, trying to burst out of me.
My body starts shaking and I fall down on my knees, to say it doesn’t hurt would be a lie.. it is like my body is ripped apart from the inside... but at the same time the power surging through me feels amazing.
I am happy that it only takes a couple of minutes though. I throw my head back howling at the moon, feeling free in a whole new way.
But no one joins in and first then I realise that everyone has gone completely silent... just staring at me.
*Catwulf* I freeze, caught in a web of tension as my old boss, Mr. Torn Eviil, barges into the room. His presence is commanding, a stark contrast to the predatory calm of the man from the diner. I can hardly process the situation as he strides forward, his eyes flicking between me and the stranger who has invaded my sanctuary. “Let her go,” Mr. Eviil demands, his voice low and dangerous. The authority in his tone sends a jolt of unease rippling through the air. The man from the diner releases my arm, but his gaze remains locked on Mr. Eviil, sizing him up. “You don’t understand,” he says, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. “She needs to come with me. Therian, her mate, is looking for her.” I’m still reeling from the shock of my old boss’s sudden appearance and the chaotic emotions swirling inside me. Therian… the name feels like a knife twisting in my gut. I don’t want to think about him, about our past, about the bond that seems to tug at my very essence… but I am al
*Cathwulf* I wipe the counter for the third time, my mind racing faster than my hands can move. The man’s presence is like a dark cloud hanging over my head, and I can’t shake the feeling that he’s not just a curious diner customer. No, he’s something more—something I’d hoped I’d left behind. My heart pounds in my chest as I steal glances at him, trying to appear nonchalant while my instincts scream at me to run. The clock ticks on, and I keep the coffee flowing, though my hands tremble slightly as I pour. Each time I return to his table, I feel that unsettling gaze locking onto me, probing deeper into the facade I’ve constructed. I can’t help but notice the way he watches me, like a wolf eyeing its prey, and it sends shivers racing down my spine. “My coffee’s getting cold,” he says, breaking the silence that’s settled like a heavy fog. His voice is smooth, but the underlying menace is palpable. “Right,” I reply, my voice shaky, and I quickly refill the mug, keeping my eyes on
Three Months Later*Cathwulf* The menu at Joe’s Diner switches to lunch at ten in the morning, but we keep breakfast on the grill for those few souls who still crave pancakes and eggs at noon. It's a quirky little place, and I love it. The breakfast crowd is long gone, leaving behind a faint aroma of coffee and sizzling bacon. I’ve cleaned all the booths and straightened the counter, so I wander to the glass front door and peer out onto the street, half-heartedly searching for something or someone. In the beginning, I looked for a savior, a glimmer of hope, but now it’s just a habit… a ritual of sorts. I’ve shed my old life, living as an unassuming human named Sarah Smith. I even adopted a southern drawl that feels oddly comfortable on my tongue. It’s a strange freedom, this new existence, where no one knows I’m special and no one wants to buy or breed me like some exotic creature. The werewolf life is a distant memory, buried under layers of mundane routines, so far removed that
*Therian* “Good, I prefer not to have an audience”. The young woman wraps her arms around men and tries to kiss me, but I turn my head away, so instead she kisses me down the neck instead. I am looking towards the door, a weird pain spreading inside my chest. I am not sure why I even do this … this horrible thing. Did I want to cause her the same pain it caused me to know someone else has used her ? To provoke her ? To show her other women want me ? “She hates me”. I say it mostly to myself. “Aww, what if I suck you off, would that make you feel loved ?” Her hands are already fiddling with my pants as she speaks. I am kinda ignoring her, my mind going in spirals and I shake my head. “She was supposed to be mine, but he … defiled her”. “Aww, poor baby”. Her hand slips into my pants. “Let me make it all better, big boy, oh wow … a real Alpha”. “Stop !” I pull her off me. “Get off me, whore … do not touch me”. She stares at me. “But … but … you brought me here, I thought …”. “W
2 weeks later*Cathwulf*I am sitting in the room, our room, me and my mate, Therian’s room. I had thought this would be where I found true happiness, having a mate, being his … instead all I have found is loneliness and pain.Not that he hurts me, not physically at least. Mostly he ignores me, the few times I see him. He is taking his job as Alpha very seriously it seems.He has someone bring me food three times a day, and I have gotten new clothes too. Once a day a stern looking woman comes and takes m
*Therian*Sand and little stones are flying everywhere when I kick hard at the ground on the small beach-like area by the forest lake. My eyes fall on a flat rock. It looks like a heart. A heart with a deep crack, breaking the smooth surface. I huff as I pick it up, throwing it full force along the surface of the lake. It skips over the surface much longer than it should. I don't care. Nothing matters any longer.“Shit, fucking shit”. Finally my mate, and then this, I can’t believe this actually happened.With a sigh I sit down, looking out on the lake. My eyes go to some row boats anchored a bit out in the water, for fishing I imagine. They look like chained animals trying to break free. Caught just like me.







