Discovery

Chapter 1

The soft howls of a wolf's song pierced the moonlit sky, creating the perfect scenery for a

horror movie from my perch in the tree I had called home for the past three days. I could

feel the ice cold air on my skin, even through the sleeping bag that was wrapped around my

body. The wind carried the wolves' song that seems so harsh and fierce yet it seemed to

calm my nerves and relax my muscles, helping me give myself to sleep. I refused to fall

asleep until my counterparts finished. My blood itched with the need to sing with them, to

be part of a pack.

A year ago that would have seemed strange to me-especially because I was from a town

halfway across the state with no knowledge that anything supernatural existed. Of course

that all changed on the night my mother told me about my heritage that my father was in

fact a Werewolf, to say I didn't believe her was an understatement, we fought and I stormed

out. It was that pain filled night that I had my first change, I was alone and scared. I had

never experienced so much pain in my entire life. I didn't remember that night at first. I

woke up in the surrounding forest naked and covered in blood, not knowing if I had been the

victim or the predator, if I had killed animal or human I ran home to my mother. She

comforted me, like a mother should, knew what I had been through. Months after that we

had been fine through her support I tried to control my changes and it worked.

She had tried to contact my father, he knew of my existence apparently but didn't want to

acknowledge that he had daughter that wasn't from his first love. I had only met the guy

twice in my life and now I was putting my heart and soul into finding him. That's how I

ended up a tree in the Blue Ridge Mountains in the North of Georgia. After my mother had

been killed in an attack that was my fault, social services tried to put me into care when

they couldn't identify my father as a real person. So I did the typical teenage response and

ran away, sure I was almost eighteen and I wouldn't have been in care for long, but I

couldn't risk whoever I was stuck with finding out what I was.

So after a long and agitating debate with myself and my mind I followed my mum's

directions to where my father lived. Apparently they had agreed that in any case of

emergency I should......I should go to him, even though I barely knew the man. So I had

travelled on estimate 1403 miles from Colorado to Georgia. I'm not from Colorado or

Denver though, I'm from Britain, mum had a Job offer from the American side of the

company she worked for, and so she took. On what would be a twenty hour journey by car

had taken me four days from bus rides and walking. That was only recently though, I had

been prowling the streets of America for well over five months just drifting from town to