Part of the pack

1 || Wolves

Everyone knew there were wolves in the mountains, but they seldom came near the village - the modern wolves were the offspring of ancestors that had survived because they had learned that human meat had sharp edges.

- Terry Pratchett

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Wilsbrein was a town in the north sheltering three thousand people of all ages. The town was built in 1940 after the great depression eased, with no more than a hundred people, the town was erected and with its trademark, Wilsbrein grape wine that pushed the town to become more populated and known over the years along with its cold, freezing weather.

Due to its cold weather and the small town that is barely even seen on Google map, it was still largely populated mostly by people who loved the cold and nature as well as those who work in the wine industry.

Home to the Wilsbrein town is the Wolfpine woods, located 40 miles away with its lush amount of pine trees along with oak trees and red maple trees that surround the forest which is home to three hundred variety of animals according to the Wildlife association.

Within the town situated three daycare centers and across that area is the biggest elementary school home of all the kids in this small town. High school was just around the block and the community college was the only place that is an hour's drive away from the three schools.

Since the three schools were just around one area, restaurants, and the town's mall along with numerous stores for everyday use and needs were packed inside. It was like a bustling city among that one area and outside of it was the rural and trees-covered lanes and tiny houses nestling far away from each other.

In a small town of three thousand people, almost everyone knows everyone's names. Rumors spread easily, situations from home are the past time of housebound wives and the wine industry was booming in the town making their population increase little by little.

The town built its factory and almost every male is working inside along with some females. The children would sometimes go to the forest to play although there's a boundary between the forest and the heart of it for there was a folk story surrounding the town.

This town was said to be the dwelling place of the wolves. Children knew the story of the man-eating wolves, each night every parent would tell the story of a werewolf eating a mischievous child. They would leave the gory details and would just state that the heart of the forest is a forbidden place and if they go, they would be eaten by wolves and won't see their parents again.

It worked.

But not to a little girl no more than ten years of age, her pair of hazel eyes shone in curiosity. Her veins throbbed in adventure, her heart pumping from exhilaration from hearing the folk's story from her grandma who has an inquisitive look in her eyes.

"This doesn't scare you, my dear?" Her voice is warm like that of an old cassette as her words roll in her mind.

"It doesn't granny, it sounds so magical!" Her eyes curbed into crescents as she jumped to her bed, her eyes waiting for more. "Will you tell me another story about the wolf's granny, pretty please?"

Her grandmother has never seen a child who didn't shiver in fear or cry to their parents to not leave them to the forest, it was a fresh sight, a breath of fresh air from all of those expected reactions but she was still worried.

She, unlike most children, has always loved to hear folk stories, fairies, and magical creatures filled her mind.

"The forest is filled with danger my dear, it is certainly not a magical place especially at night"

The little girl on her bed just blinks, her head wrapped up in information but it didn't take her a long while to process it and say.

"Then I won't go to the forest at night! But can you tell me stories of wolves granny, can you?" Her grandma chuckled and she nods in affirmation making the child squeal in delight and hugged her neck. "Let's get you to sleep then my dear, its already night"

She lay in her bed, the smell of pines and woods filled her nose, her room filled with touches of nature where her collection of rocks was placed in her white clear cabinet.

"Goodnight granny, remember my stories okay?" She laughed at her granddaughter's words and nodded.

"I will, goodnight my dear"

She didn't know that it was the trigger of her granddaughter's change nor would she have any idea that she would be part of the pack they feated on.

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