Brandished Deception

Prologue - Skinwalkers

The Skinwalkers are only one type of species that exist in our world. Many humans believe that no other species of any sort exist. But humans couldn't be more wrong. That's like saying that Earth is the only planet with life on it, that no other planet can possibly have any life forms among them. Of course Earth isn't the only planet with life on it, so of course there are more creatures that exist in our world than we ever thought possible.

Humans were always so ignorant, so blind. They could never see what was right in front of them. They could never understand that I wasn't like them. I being Callum. I, am Callum. Or, I'm Callum...? Hmm. Whatever seems more fitting. But they could never see that I was one of the special ones. One of the Skinwalkers. Of course, they never truly knew that we existed. They just got told the myths and fairytales about us. One being how we're so much like Werewolves... That's true, but also wrong. We're not like Werewolves. We're just similar. There's a difference. They turn into wolves on the full moon. Us? We can be any animal we want, whenever we want. We don't rely on a full moon. We don't rely on anybody, really. Well, I don't. The other Skinwalkers out there? I'm not so sure about...

But, enough about the other Skinwalkers. Let's talk about the life of one Skinwalker. My life. Growing up as a Skinwalker isn't easy. You're always tempted to just... Snap. To snap and kill anybody who messes with you. At least I am. I tread over other people, and sometimes I just want to turn into a lion just so I can bury some claws deep into their damn throats. But do I do that? No. I don't. I have some control over myself. Some. Meaning I don't always have control over myself... I have flipped out on others in the past, and each time I did flip out on those people, I'd get yelled at, just for trying to kill them while shapeshifting into a wolf.

Oh, yeah. Wolves are my favorite animal to become. Even though I don't actually... Become a wolf, per say. Skinwalkers just take on the animal's general shape. We bear resemblance to a wolf, but really, we look bigger, and more lanky. And we're just more awkward when we shift into animals. But one thing always sticks with us whenever we shift. The color of our eyes. Weird, right? Well, really it's not. That's how people identify us, if they're too dumb to realize they're not actually looking at a real animal. I mean, sure, our eyes do slit if we become cats, but they always have the same distinct color to them. No matter what. My eyes are hazel, by the way. But I once tried shifting into a dog once at an animal shelter... My parents immediately caught me, just because of the color of my eyes, and how different I looked from the rest of the animals.

But let's not talk about why I shifted in public. Because I had a good reason. There was this cute little puppy... And I'm getting side-tracked, so let's go back to talking about my parents. Their names are Percy North, and Kaitlyn North. And I'm their baby boy, Callum Oliver North. Yeah, I take pride in my middle name, even though it sounds childish. I'm actually quite fond of it because I really like olives. Ironic, right? Well, my whole life is full of irony. I myself am the embodiment of irony. 'Cause c'mon. Humans think Skinwalkers don't exist. Like hell we do.