The Wolf (Book 1)

History

The sun was setting as we all sat around the camp fire. Chris and I had set out two logs facing each other and we had sat on one and the girls on the other. I had started the fire and Chris helped whilst the girls were getting ready or whatever girls could possibly be doing out here in what seemed like the middle of nowhere but at the same time home.

“So tell us about yourself.” I said as I looked at Ashley

“Well, I'm 16, born in May born and raised in Colorado with Zoe as my best friend, her birthdays in June. Not much to say I guess, normal girl, I was the nerdy geeky one who always loved nature, and rock music. Oh and Zoe was a lot into photography.”
“Pretty cool” it did sound pretty cool even if it wasn’t out of the ordinary like what we really were.

“What about you Zoe?” Chris asked

“Well, Ashley’s best friend, younger, she told you about my photography, born June 9th, recently turned 16 so yeah I'm the youngest. What about you?”

“Born November 10th so I’m 16, older than Tilyer here who was born on the 20th of March”

“Yet shorter” I teased him slightly not wanting to seem younger than him.

“Shut up” Chris said as he punched my arm lightly.

“What about you Tilyer?” Ashley asked

“Born in France, moved to England when I was a kid, Chris is like a brother to me, we lost two of our best friends in England when we left, they turned on us...”

“Bastards” Chris spat out the words still disgusted by them.

“Yeah... and yeah, shape shifter who loves nature and was also a nerd/geek at school, and yes I'm 16, also love rock and metal and punk and all that stuff.” My background really didn’t seem too interesting.

“So we’re all 16, that’s pretty cool.” Zoe said happily

“So, tell us your story?” I asked Ashley curious about the story behind her life wondering if it was anything like mine or if it was completely different.

“Ugh...” She said shuffling uncomfortably in her seat “Well, my story just really simple.”

“Doesn’t matter” I smiled trying to encourage her.

“Ok” she said smiling “Well I was just your average 16 year old when I went camping. My birthday had been and gone, it was a Saturday, weekend get away to the country, it was May, my birthday was May 5th.” She smiled looking up as if she was losing herself in memories.  “We lived in Colorado... Silverthorne to be exact, anyways Zoe and I were going camping with my family and on that Saturday we decided to go for a run in the forest and I sort of lost my sense, and blacked out I guess. When I came round I was on the floor and I was no longer myself... I was a wolf.”

“What happened to Zoe?” Chris asked intrigued.

“When I saw her shift I shifted... I came round to the sight of her poking me with her big ugly paw.” Zoe replied jokingly staring at Chris.

“Oh...” he said as he sat back upright instead of leaning forwards.

“My paws aren’t that big! It’s only because you’re small.” She snapped back.

“I am not!” Zoe said shocked, this was turning into a teenage girl argument... in other words, not fun.

“So what did you guys do next?” I was too curious about what happened next and how they got here to care about their little argument.