Not A Normal Werewolf

Chapter 2

Ok so I was just too excited not to post this I have many others but hopefully I can refrain from posting them without comment encouragement. The pic above is Juliet's sister played by the infamous Sophie Turner. GOT for life!!!!!! I imagine her being like 21 maybe 22 in the story, still figuring out details. haha so here's the chapter and I hope you enjoy!!!

CHAPTER 2

After all the driving and flying we were so ready to settle in and sleep somewhere that our new place could have been a trash heap and we would have taken it gladly. Though, much to our pleasure, it was not. We were on the outskirts of the pack's primary island of residence, maybe an hour's run from their pack house to ours and all the surrounding land was owned by them. Jungles and beaches surrounded us and I never felt more out of place in or awed by any landscape in my life. 

We had stuck primary to North and South America, only once venturing to Europe where things went less than well. So this island jungle landscape was so foreign to me that I was both intrigued and worried. Excited to discover its secrets and enjoy its beauty but also scared to be in a place I was so unfamiliar with that would be quite difficult to quickly escape from. 

I tried to release some of the negative thoughts and tension that ran through my body like a constant source of electricity as we emerged from the thick walls of trees and entered into view of our new house. Dirt, or was it sandy and dirt? I honestly had no idea, but whatever it was surrounded the car as the road we'd been driving on was not even really a road but only a makeshift one. Once it cleared and we caught view of the house I found myself smiling at its simple but majestic exterior. 

It was a two story white home with a small side building attached to it that was made entirely of stone and sprinkled all over with moss and vines. I spotted some solar panels on the roof and several balconies as well as a porch.   The architecture old fashioned and vines of ivy climbing up some of the walls. Though the house was also in many ways simple looking, with no paved driveway, or anything really besides trees surrounding it, mountains off in the distance, and a pathway that surely led to the beach. I could spot another barely distinguishable dirt pathway on the side of the house that looked like it led to a small patch of land likely meant for a garden, though left unattended for years and as a result becoming overgrown and filled with weeds. 

I loved to garden, a trait I'd cultivated, pun intended, with the help of a witch who would become one of my closest friends before everything happened and I had to leave. My parents were friendly with a nearby coven, my mother was close friends with their leader as their parents had fought together in one of the Great Wars between species. It had been werewolves and witches against vampires and the underlings, which in case you're wondering are what you get when a human tries to sell their soul to become supernatural or immortal. The power decays their flesh as it is not engineered to handle it and they slowly turn into these murderous smeagol type creatures who feed off of the blood of supernatural creatures and a dark twisted type of magic that not even Hecate herself approves of. So you can see how they'd align so well with vampires as their blood is toxic so the underlings cannot drink it but their goals and thirst for blood and power are all shared. 

The war was won by the werewolves and witches, with only a little help from the fae as they have been flirting with extinction for almost a century now so they rarely come out of hiding. So now vampires and underlings are also almost extinct, the only places they remain are some of the most densely populated urban cities where werewolves cannot hunt them freely and any residing witches tend to live in solidarity so vampires tend to stay out of their way. 

Part of the reason my parents were able to keep my hidden was because of the generosity of the witches and their willingness to share the veil they had created for themselves with us. It obviously wasn't until we were betrayed that this veil was rendered useless and the chaos ensued. But my parents thought my gifts might be better understood by those more directly involved with the wielding of magic. So they studied me and while doing so taught me a lot about their way of life.