The Search For A Home

Prologue

The light that fell on Colt's face could only be that produced by the setting sun on the west coast of the USA. Rich vibrant oranges accented with deep purples and pinks.

Colt knew he'd have to find somewhere to stash his WWII canvas gunny sack before the light disappeared. Finding a hollowed he tree he hid the bag and covered it with leaves, that'll do, thought the 17 year old.

The sun was almost gone and that oh so familiar feeling returned; his arms and legs pulled in, his skin slowly becoming fur and his nose becoming a snout. Within 30 seconds the transformation was complete and Colt had become a great and powerful wolf. His matted fur coat lent him an ominous look.

Beginning to hunt he was stopped by a twig snap behind him, spinning around preparing for a fight he found himself face to face with, with a girl. She did not cower in fear but she radiated confidence and control, not a reaction the young werewolf was used to.