The Hermit

Chapter 1

Eve weaved through the forest, the wind nipping at her fur. Her paws padded the ground soundlessly and she darted through the trees like a silent bullet. She was aggitated, having come back from a meeting with the packs. She hated their lectures that aged her considerably. Not like she could age at all.

Eve shook her head, hearing their voices inside, imploring her to seek out a mate. She kicked her hind legs against a tree trunk, shooting up into the air and landing in an unceremonious thud on the ground. She needed the run. She needed to clear her head. A soft sad whine echoed from her throat.

'You need to find your mate! How much longer do you plan on being alone?'

Eve never asked to be alone. She craved nothing more than to be with someone and she clearly did not need a hot-headed Elder wannabe to remind her constantly of her loneliness.

Eve darted through the forest faster, like a ghost in the foliage. Her white fur whipped madly from the speed she was going, making her noticeable even in the darkest of nights. Just a sight of her pure white fur sent an unwanted message to all werewolves around her. She was old.

No, not close to old. She was ancient.

Werewolves had been around since the dawn of time. Nobody knew when the first man transformed into the great wolf for those who did were no longer alive. But Eve knew, for she was part of that ancient era. Her pure white fur was evidence to that.

She was born in the era the werewolves of today called, 'The First'. When man first transformed into the wolf, their fur were as bright as the night stars. Untouched and pure. But as centuries passed, their fur darkened to a grey for 'The Second' era and brown with patches of black for 'The Third' era.

Those with white fur ceased to exist and it was considered a blessing to be born with white fur for it signified that the bloodline was strong in the wolf.

Eve was the sole remaining wolf who was born from 'The First' era, for the rest had decided to enter eternal sleep after they had found their mate and created a family. She alone was part of the great era and she remained the only one left, unable to join her father and mother in eternal sleep.

Werewolves are immortal, unable to age despite the centuries that passed them. They remained in their youth, looking around early twenties but in reality, could be over decades old. It was biological for them to be paired with another werewolf. A partner and a lover. A Mate.

The animal instinct in them will urge them to create a family together, ensuring the continuity of their race. Once the werewolf is satisfied with their life, he or she may enter eternal sleep and pass peacefully from the world. A werewolf is only able to do so when he or she has found their mate and only when they have found their mate.

The reason why was never clarified as many were already able to find their own mate at their own time. 

That is, except for Eve. 

Eve had been alive and alone for as long as the history books remained. She was born early enough to see the first confrontation between werewolves and vampires and was also one of the few to sign the treaty between all supernatural creatures, also known as 'Others'. But the shame of not having a mate drove her to a secluded lifestyle.

So she kept to herself throughout the years that passed by. She belonged to no pack, for her loyalty died along with her Alpha, her father. She was not a rogue nor did she belong. She lived alone in her own world. They called her 'The Hermit' and she didn't protest to such a title.

The scenery changed and Eve halted in her tracks, breathing in the sight. She had reached home, her quiet forest. A small log cabin stood, surrounded by trees and a path lead from the entrance of the house to the road of a small city. Eve did not need to worry about trespassers because the path from the city to her cabin is easily confusing for humans and no werewolf would approach near a human settlement.