“Werewolves hide among you; it’s a secret we have fought for
centuries to keep. We were almost wiped out once, and know better than to let
the secret out again. But just like humans, werewolves are impulsive and
sometimes uncontrollable. That’s where I come in. My job is to protect the
werewolves and help them live full and happy lives. There are Hunters and
others who don’t believe werewolves have rights and should be hunted and
exterminated like animals. I’ve done what I can to smooth Hunter-werewolf
relations, but extremists, fighting rings, and covert agencies feel that the
fate of werewolves should be to die, be forced to fight for the entertainment
of humans who watch the mutilation and bloodshed like it’s a sport, or be
experimented upon to unlock the secrets of our superior strength and increased
healing capabilities.
I have seen things that would break me if I didn’t remember
what I was fighting for. I found my father hacked apart by Hunters, and have
rescued friends and comrades from fates worse than death. I feel a noose
closing in as though those I care about are in danger, but I can’t find the
source of it quickly enough to save them. There are so many werewolves in
trouble, and though my team and the Hunters and werewolves that make up what
some consider my private army work night and day to rescue them, it’s not
enough. We need to do more, and so I am creating a team strong enough and smart
enough to stop the threats hurled against us by ignorant humans who fear what
they don’t understand.
I am a high school student, and my attempt to live a normal
life is shadowed by the werewolves who need my help. Charts of recent werewolf
activity hang from my bedroom walls in place of posters. A computer tracking
the rogue packs that intimidate the local wolves and endanger innocent humans
sits by my bed. In place of text books, pens, and paper, my backpack is filled
with guns, knives, and the occasional bag of beef jerky (you don’t want to mess
with a hungry werewolf). Instead of studying for classes, my friends spend
their days creating high-tech monitoring devices and tracking down the
locations of fighting rings, torture chambers, and laboratories.
I have loved with all of my heart, which is the way of the
wolf. I have tracked through fields lit by the light of the full moon as it
rested upon my shoulders like a cloak of strength. I have suffered to see the
pains other werewolves have gone through, and almost died saving a human girl
who stole my heart and gave me my life back. I live in the hopes of avenging my
father’s death by saving those in pain, and I give every day-”
A sound reverberated through the room. Jaze Carso set down
his pen and a smile spread across his face. The curtains to either side of the
open window swayed gently in the breeze to create dancing trails of moonlight
across the page. Jaze opened his hand and let it play across his palm. A
welcome shudder ran through his body. He stood as the howl sounded again, more
persistent this time. He took off his clothes and didn’t fight the phase. His
joints shifted, pulling him onto his hands and knees. His ears elongated and
moved to higher points on his head while his muzzle grew and sharp canines
lengthened. Jet black fur ran up his arms and down his body, covering his
shoulders and back in a soft undercoat followed by the thick, longer guard
hairs. It felt good to be in wolf form again, like putting on a pair of worn
shoes molded by time to fit only the wearer’s feet. Jaze shook to settle into
his wolf form, then stretched.
Another howl rose and other voices joined it. The notes took
on the warm, rounded tones of his pack ready for a night run beneath the
welcome embrace of the full moon. Jaze pushed aside the curtain with his muzzle
and the moonlight cast his brown eyes with a golden glow. Stars glittered
within the inky blanket of night and the full orb above washed the city in an
other-worldly glow. Eyes watched him from below, one pair dark blue, another
deep crimson red, one set violet, and the last golden and deep with the secrets
of the wild. Jaze gave a wolfish grin and leaped from the window.
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