Werewolf White; Book 1- White Wolf

Chapter 13- Strangers or Friends?

I was used to unconsciousness, so I didn't freak out when my senses slowly came back to me. First was my hearing. After a slight ringing, I vaguely heard whispers and mumbling. Then I gained my sense of smell. Grass? I was on grass? My theory was justified as my tactile sense came. I felt myself on dirt and grass, and a cool breeze on my skin. Then my vision came. My sense of fear as well. I was surrounded. A massive circle of people were surrounding me. Wait... either my head hit the floor too hard or these figures weren't all... human. The ring of observers had to have been at least ten... um... figures. Looking around I saw a few things out of the ordinary: a tall man in a trench coat looked pretty normal, except for the sleeping baby wolf cub he cradled in his arms. Then my eye was drawn to a small girl, 10 maybe, whose skin seemed to slightly glow. Then I transitioned my focus to a pale white young adult. And I mean pale. His natural skin was bruised and scarred, and his limbs seemed to be weak at places. And his eyes seemed calm... it kinda freaked me out. Then a tall black man spoke up. He wore a thick grey coat that flapped in the breeze. Even in the middle of this unknown outside field, he seemed kind of reassuring. His voice was deep and he was at least seven feet tall. He looked strong too.
"This might seem like a lot to take in, so I'll take it slow, as should you." He spoke slowly, and I examined his appearance to find new things about him, like how feathers poked out of his jacket. "My name is Silver, and we are Silver Hawk. These people have generously elected me as a leader, and I try my best to guide this group."
"And you succeed!" I heard an enthusiastic teenage voice from behind me. I was sitting on the ground, so I had to turn my head and back to sneak a glance at this optimistic teen. He was slightly older than me, around 21 probably, had causcation skin, had spiky brown hair, and- wait a second, I've seen him before... he was the rock guy from before, but in flesh and skin! My jaw must have dropped, because he waved at me, winking as his hand shifted to rock and back to skin. Awesome. I turned back to Silver and he continued talking. "That's Opal Torine, you might have seen him. He was a part of the squad that rescued you. And, as glad as I am to see your out of that place, we have some... issues about who you are. We don't know. And we need to stay safe. So before we request you're story, we shall tell you ours." Cool.
Next to Silver was a lightweight mixed woman who stepped forward and spoke with a slight russian accent. She wore a tank top and shorts and I noticed that the pupil in her eyes were vertical slits. But they weren't freaky like they should be. "I am known as Drake, and i'm a drago. I don't know if you're familiar with the drago race, but they are blends with ancient dragons. My half is of a fire drake." So she's like... a dragon? As in the fairy tale fire-breathing lizard? Those were real? And she is one? AWESOME! "I'm a combat trainer and Silver's assistant." She stepped back into the circle and next up was the small glowing girl. Instead of stepping forward, the small caucasian girl hugged Drake's arm and looked up at her with bright red iris', so Drake introduced her. "This is my child, Cinder. She's a little shy, but she's a pyromancer, or fire elemental, and can create flames. Would you like to say anything?" Cinder looked down and shook her head side to side.
Cinder seemed pretty sweet, and she could create fire! Awesome! I need to find another word... Next up was a black man. He wore thick glasses and carried a massive binder full of papers under his arm. He wore a large brown coat that hung loosely on his frame. He smiled slightly revealing two sharp canines. "Hello, my name is Fargas and I owe you an apology."