Fugitive Luna

Chapter | 1

Sunsets are my favorite. Every day, when evening would set in, the sun was telling me it's goodbyes before disappearing below the horizon––you see, werewolves migrate from Alaska and in the North, it can take almost a full two-four hours for the day to end. You can guess, and you are right––I like to stay up all day on the edge of Sun Lake Pack territory; my home, my pack, just so I can see the beautiful sky turn bizarre colors...colors only my eyes appreciated.

Some days, I would have to wait longer than two-four hours. This evening was another, where I sat in the snow and felt my wolf panting happily as we gaze up at the mysterious sky sheathing us onto this very Earth before us.

'What do you think it'll look like tonight?' my wolf calls out inside my head. We can talk to each other and connect, it's kind of like having a second person invading your mind, or maybe a person with a disease, well, except this was normal for werewolves.

"I don't know really, it will always be something different, like something is painting a new canvas in the sky..." I reply in a whisper. I don't want someone to come crawling out of the woods behind me and think I am "on one" because I'm talking to myself––you never know with humans, they pop out of nowhere sometimes...do they feel that way about us too though? I play with my feet, kicking the glittering snow around and creating two small snow mountains climbing to the tip of my toes and two big gaps of fresh frozen dirt exposing. "Do you also feel like the sky is taking forever to paint?" I began to stand on my feet while studying the blueness.

The sun didn't seem like it was going to set this time and I had duty back at camp tonight to practice for my big day tomorrow. My wolf didn't answer, which told me someone or something was on its way to me. I'm going to become a part of the Battle crew––the wolves who fight, hunt and protect our pack; we call it BP crew though, for short. I could hardly wait as I'm very tired, being limited to where I can go and all. Remember earlier when I told you I like to come to the edge of my territory to see the sunset? That's because it is as far as I am allowed to go until the age of one-nine; a fully grown wolf, and I...still get called a pup by some which is extremely frustrating and not to mention the embarrassment I feel for myself, second hand. I could always say it's my wolf feeling the second hand for me. 

Do they not see my progress at all? I think in frustration.

Human age and werewolf age are very different; for humans, they are considered grown up at age one-eight, and for werewolves, we are fully grown at age one-nine and so you could probably imagine how impatient I am to turn one-nine. I am one-eight as we speak. Humans though, they don't know that we exist, only that we are fairy tales told to children at bedtime.

If we sense a human on our land, we all shift into wolves and escape down the vast fields away from our homes to seem like a normal wolf pack and stepping on human territory meant shifting into people like them, except that we aren't just people. We as werewolves vow to stay harmless to humans though, it isn't a crime for them to step foot here. After all, they don't know werewolves are real...so why punish them?

It felt like my pack could hear me thinking about them when my beta came popping out from behind a large pine tree, scaring me half to death. I roll my eyes.

"Jeesh Remmie, you didn't have to come sneaking out from behind trees like that and scare me." I mumble in annoyance. The he-wolf laughs harshly and waves his hand toward the deepening forest for me to follow, as the good "pup" I am, I obey.

"Next time—try being at camp then, you should probably stay in or closer to camp until your...ceremony is over." The beta snaps, his voice deep and croaking.

I turn my head to protest but close my lips tightly and watch him swallow. Was he nervous? His Adam's apple frantically bouncing up and down and his jawbone clenching and unclenching might tell me that he could be. What is he being skittish about if so? Is that another pack's scent I can smell on his clothes? He knows I have one of the best noses in our pack.