Pixies and wolves

CHAPTER 5: A WOLF'S TALE

JOSHUA'S POV

Werewolves, children hunters, fur daemons, devil's dogs, red eyed beasts, moon worshipers, nature's destroyers. These are some names given to my family. We hid for generations on end, hunting animals to stay alive. The occasional wolf would turn rogue but that never stopped us from being who we were and what we did to survive out in the human world as they slowly encroached on our lands and killed and hunted our food.

I'm Joshua Wolwase and this is my story.

I was born into an ordinary family of wolves, if any of it can be considered normal. Wolves normally stayed at home and got home schooled but I was one of the few who refused to do the normal expected life of staying at home. No I'm heading to school this semester and I'm going to live amongst the humans and find a new way of life for myself.

It's been a few days at the new school and well so far it seems pretty normal except for one girl that I don't quite understand. Xenia, odd name for a human child. Something is very different about her, my scent doesn't affect her nor does it rub off on her and she smells herself all the time, compared to the rest of the school who all seem lost when I walk by. Maybe it's one of the reasons why wolves stay away from humans. I've been trying to approach her for days now, but she either ignores me, blows me off, or out right forgets anyone exists.

Then one day in art I see she draws a wood roaming pixie, a very rare talent amongst humans. Then it dawned on me, Xenia is a Carter.

A genuine true blood line Carter, what a rare opportunity to have met her. It all made sense when I remembered the stories told of how the Carters were responsible for so many wolf deaths because they were never affected by our scent and could see who we really were. I have to keep her a secret from the rest of the pack, they will kill her if they find out. Why am I being so protective over her? Xenia is a Carter after all. Why won't I kill her? what's so special about her? There is no way she's my mate, is there? But she's not a wolf so how can she be? I have to be careful.

"Joshua?" My mum speaks up, "are you even listening to your father?"

"Huh" I groan in a dreamy tone

"You must listen when your father speaks. He's very ill and might not be around much longer." A small tear forms on her cheek as she hugs my father and kisses his forehead.

"Sorry Dad. Sorry Mom" i mutter with my head bowed in shame walking out the room behind my mom.

I slam my door shut and plant onto my bed screaming into my tail as I transform and lie curled on my bed. I'm white in colour with a black tail and black ears. My parents say i was cursed by the wolf gods due to the odd colouring, but I like my black tail. Its late now and I'm sleepy so i wriggle under my blanket and in no time I'm passed out.