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 Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 7:13 am
There have been some stories told to little children; stories of wolves hunting human in the forest at night. These stories were said to have been made up just so children would be home before dark and so they would get to bed on time. Little did they know the stories were actually true.
From the beginning of time, the wolves have roamed the earth. Hiding from humans and only taking what they needed to survive. Eventually, they wolves grew human forms to blend in. No one ever knew nor would the humans ever know. It was tradition to keep their pack a secret. The pack was to stay together at all times, never really conversing with humans unless dealing with business or otherwise. Once every full moon, the pack will bring a human to hunt who has either witnessed them or threatens the pack.
In small town outside of Pennsylvania, a wolf pack resides where they keep the wolf tradition. However, one girl is tired of their wolf traditions. Living with her aunt and cousin, Hayden is forced otherwise. Her original plan was to someday escape but she has yet to do so.
One day, upon going for a run, she finds her cousin and his friends eating chickens off of a local farm in the middle of daylight. The farmer sees the wolves and begins to shoot them. Hayden gets her cousin and his friends out of there but, in the process, she is shot and wounded. Hayden wearily runs away, close to the river and chances back into her human form to rest. Little did she know, the farmer was right there watching her.
Shocked at her transformation, he still takes her back to his home where he nourishes her back to health. What will happen with the two of them? Will they fall in love or will he be chosen for full moon hunt?
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 7:15 am
(It’s in first person but if you don’t like it or can’t work with it or something, I can change it to third if that’s better for you. I just write better in first person......And sorry that it's short.)
The bright lit sun barely peaked past the trees of the forest as I ran. My heart was pounding and my lungs were burning. The animal inside wanted to come out but I wouldn’t let it. Sometimes, I hated being a wolf. We were supposed to keep away from the humans. Far away. At least outside of business.
It wasn’t that I loved humans it was just I hated being tied down to so many rules. Our way of life was barbaric. Our “leader,” Lothos, thrived by the way of the wolf. Every full moon, using a human for their play. It wasn’t my favorite thing in the world. I would hardly even chase. Lothos took note of it. Maybe it was the reason why he always tried to convince me to be his next mate. His mates only have one job. Reproduction. Then, after seven years, he dumps them and gets a new one. Unfortunately for him, I was never up for his little “game.”
I ran into the house and immediately grabbed a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator in the kitchen. The coolness felt good against my burning body. “Out again, I see.” A voice said behind me. I turned and smiled at my aunt. Even in her wolf form, she was a beautiful woman. Her blonde hair was short and only fell past her face unlike my long black hair. My Hazelnut eyes were nothing compared to her deep green ones. She was taller than me, 5” 7’ to be exact, and looked stunning in about anything. Lothos had mated with her and dumped her the way he did with all of his mates. It broke her heart. Maybe that was the real reason why I didn’t want to mate with Lothos. I hated him too much.
“It’s the same every morning.” I smiled before taking another swig of my water. My Aunt Patrice placed a letter on the table in front of me. Her coy smile seemed to hint who it was from.
“Someone got another letter.” I slammed the water bottle on the counter and grabbed for the letter but it was taken. My eyes glared up at the light green ones. The spawn of Satan was awake. From the looks of it, he had been out all night. Lowell was my cousin and the son of Lothos. He was a party animal which didn’t impress his father. He was next in line for leadership but he never acted like it. “Lowell,” I said in a stern voice. “Give. Me. The letter.” Lowell just smiled. Aunt Patrice, on the other hand, grabbed the letter and handed it to me. She wasn’t really impressed how he was acting but he didn’t care. He hardly cared about anything but himself.
Aunt Patrice handed me the letter and I smiled. It was from my little brother a few states away in Kentucky. Our mother died right when he was born so our father could never forgive himself, thinking it was his fault. So, when my little brother was old enough, they both left me with my aunt and his devil-of-a-son. I’ve been with them ever since.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 11:14 am
Aiden paused in his work to lift his face towards where the sun was already beginning to peak over the trees at him. He held one calloused hand up to shade his eyes while the other still clutched the axe at his side. He held that position for a moment, resting, as he had already been up for hours to finish his morning chores, and the sun felt good against his lightly tanned skin.
With a quick sigh, he lowered his hand and turned back to the wood he was chopping for the fire. He balanced the log on the chopping block, then raised the axe high above his head with both of his arms. The muscles in his bare back and stomach flexed and then he swung the heavy metal down and the log split cleanly in two.
The rest of the chopping went quickly, but by the time he was finished, the sun had finished rising, and the warmth of the rays had Aiden sweating. The damp locks of brown hair tumbled into his eyes and he wiped them away as he walked towards the house. The sun glinted off of the brown in his hair, reflecting an almost red tinge that had induced the nickname 'Ginger' at school.
Once in the house, Aiden turned on the tap in the kitchen. He allowed the water to run for a few seconds so that it would nice and cold and then he shoved his face underneath the flowing freshness. He gulped in a few swallows and then he flung his head back so that his hair went flying and water sluiced all over the kitchen floor. He sighed in relief and leaned against the counter as he considered all of the things that he had to do today.
His dark blue eyes squinted in thought, and he wondered if his father would come home this time. Ever since he was little, his father had been a drunk. It was the cause of his mother's death when he was nine. A car accident. His father's drinking had worsened after that, and Aiden's older brother Tom had left to join the navy. Aiden had never been sure as to why. But it didn't matter much now. Aiden was left to deal with his drunken father, as well as take care of the farm mostly on his own.
He didn't mind the work so much. He had been doing much of it alone for many years now. The nearest neighbor was a good ten miles away, and the town was just a bit farther than that. If any trouble went down, it could be days before he was missed. But Aiden tried not to let such dismal thoughts haunt him.
With a sigh, he rubbed a dish towel along his hair to dry it a bit, and then he made his way back through the kitchen and out the screen door to continue with his chores.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 3:28 pm
"I still say you should forget about the little brat. He's still a pup." I glared at my cousin and let out a small growl under my breath. If I wanted to, which I did, I could have taken him. Lowell was weak when compared to me. I always wondered if his father that he was worthy enough to be a leader someday.
"Just because he didn't want to be in your lame excuse for a pack, doesn't mean you can call him a little brat." I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and chomped down before leaving the room. I had enough of my cousin for one morning.
As I sat on my bed and ate my apple, I read my brother's letter. Simon was 10. Almost 11 now. He was getting bigger with each letter, meeting girls and making new friends. At least, with ones in the pack. I continued to read how he managed to beat one of the boys in a small playful fight. He knew I hated to hear him fighting, puppy play or not, because I worried for him. Simon continued on about our father. Father barely talked with him this week because this week was-
I couldn't even think it. I hated to think about it because it always reminded me why my dad left me alone and took my brother away from me. My father has yet to find out that Simon and I have been writing back and forth. As always, Simon ended up with asking me when we were going to be together again and when I was going to take him away from our dad. I wasn't even 18 which meant I couldn't be my brother's legal guardian. At least, not for another year and a half.
I wrote a response to Simon and finished the letter in no time. After that I took a shower and just read some books. Saturdays were always boring for me. No work. If I went walking through town, Lothos would find me somehow and try to convince me to join him as leader.
Around dinner time, I was still up in my room reading a book from the bookshelf in my room. "Hayden!" I heard my aunt call from downstairs as I finished reading the letter. I threw the apple core in the trash and headed downstairs. "Dinner is almost ready and Lowell isn't back yet. Can you go find him please? We all have something serious to talk about." I sighed but agreed.
The sun was still up which meant I had time to find him. Once darkness hit, who knew where he would go in wolf form. "Lowell!" I shouted but no answer. "Lowell!" I shouted again. Still no answer. I sighed and continued on. Finally, I saw him. My cousin and his stupid friends, in wolf form, were terrorizing some chickens. Had I let them continue, they could have eaten each one until full or bored of the chase.
Quickly, I changed into my wolf form and tried to fight Lowell. His friends jumped on me but I wouldn't stand for it. What happened next was something unexpected entirely.
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