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THE HOWLING.

     00. PROLOGUE : evening mist in the woods (n.e)

Losing love was like organ damage. It's like dying. Except in death, the pain ended, but this―this can go own forever. Could be any kind of love―the love between a father and daughter, the love a girl felt for her long time crush, or the love between a member of a pack and their alpha. This pain could be smothered down with booze or drugs, but to quote one of her favorite books, pain demanded to be felt. And there it is was, demanding.

The first time she felt this pain was when her best friend was in an accident―one that was her fault. She was one pushed the rope swing. She was the one with the idea to go to the party in the first place. And she was one who's curse was brought to life with the accident. The pain of bones breaking could barely cover the guilt she felt. But that pain soon passed, and another one started.

Florida's weather was complicated. By morning it would be sunlight and warm, then evening came and it would be pouring. It was sunny when she answered her mother's phone call. She didn't cry when her father died, neither did her uncle, but that's beside the point. At the funeral, no matter how strange her old friends were, she mourned, just without tears.

She was the villain in her friends eyes when the truth came out. When they all found out that she was howling at the moon once a month, and was on the prowl for the moonstone. Though she was one of the few werewolves who learned control, and gained alpha status, she didn't want to watch anymore of her pack go through the pain. It was supposed to be a simple plan, get the special rock, give to the witch, and perform the ritual. No one was supposed to get hurt. And then, came the third time she felt that pain.

Losing a pack member, especially her mentor, was agonizing. It was like losing a limb. Like a part of her died. When she felt that shock―the pull at her heart when she smelt his blood―when she found where he was buried. Her uncle, her mentor, her second in command was gone, and she could still feel it. She howled that night, a harrowing, vengeful howl. One that sent chills down, not only the humans who had no idea of the supernatural, the very group that had him killed in the first place.

She cried when her brother triggered the curse. She also punched a blonde vampire when she tried to help. It was her duty as an alpha, and a sister to help her brother with the change. To be the one to tell him how to know turn into a complete killing machine. Though it was easier to teach with their uncle's journals and recordings. The first full moon was spent with her trying keep the blonde vampire away, and her wolf play fighting with hers. You know, the usual sibling bonding.

When the rest of pack arrived, the alpha told them of her uncles death and they had a proper funeral. The only downside was when she killed one of her own for capturing and torturing previously mentioned blonde vampire, and trying to tell her how to run things. She doesn't torture. She doesn't kill unless one of her betrays her. She doesn't tolerate when someone tries to tell her what to do.

The Sun and the Moon curse was put off of her to do list when she'd been informed by a vampire with very hero like hair, that she'd have to kill one of her childhood friends in order to break the curse. Using her alpha voice―she knew it'd work because of how afraid her pack was of her―she told them to leave Mystic Falls, and gave her brother a choice. He chose to leave and she understood.

Her mother fell down the staircase, and her brother and another werewolf returned. Then, said brother, the blonde vampire, and the other werewolf were taken. Grudgingly, she teamed up with the elder Salvatore to save the first two mentioned. She was shocked when he told her that the Sun and the Moon curse was fake, a façade to hide the real curse placed on an Original hybrid. The saving was satisfactory, though when the moon hit its peak, she knew what was coming before it happened. Short story, her brother bit the elder Salvatore, signing his death certificate in the process.

In the end, her childhood friend survived, as did the elder Salvatore, the younger Salvatore struck a deal, the blonde vampire and her brother became friends again, and she was okay. Always okay.

okay, this isn't the best, and I'm only 70% sure that I got the timeline right, I'll probably check it all later. All the other times I've published this story, I ended it up deleting it because I dread writing season two, so I decided to sum everything up and make it a prologue. The first chapter will pick up with The Reckoning.

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