Shadow Wolf

Chapter 1: The Hidden Room

When people walk down the street, they don’t take a look at who is around them they are looking at their smart phones minding their own business, usually trying to get the promotion they have been working there life away for. People never care to look behind the cover unless, the cover or a chance meeting a tracks them to the person.

I am one of those people who like to remain hidden within the shadows. My cover is not the most a tracking, but I am a kind, shy person, but quite lively when one gets to know me. It seems that people never look beyond the cover though; even those that do get to know me never learn all my secrets. I guess it is just the way of life for humans, everyone wears a cover and everyone keeps secrets. My name is Kamaria Williams, and this is what lies under my cover deep within my vault of secrets. This is my story.

My story begins three years ago on a dark and moonless night. I live in an old plantation house in Northern Virginia. It has been on a high hill overlooking the deep valley of trees for many years, long before the revolution began. The land to the east of the deep valley has been cultivated and farmed for centuries by people of different races and religions. Some free and some slave.

The view never tired me. From that hill I could see all the way to the ocean. I lived there with my parents for nearly seventeen years before my story began.

Since it was an old plantation home, there were many families that had lived there for many ages. There were also many rooms that had been untouched for many years on end.

I happened to find one of those rooms that night. It was a Victorian style study that you would typically find in some down town London home. The study was dark and had no electricity in the room only a couple torches. Within a few moments my eyes had adjusted to the dark room and I glanced around. There was nothing worth seeing for there were books covered in cob webs and dust. There was a desk in the center of the room and a couple of chairs by a small window that overlooked the valley below, and from it you could see the sea. This room was on the third floor of the house, and was tucked away from the main hallway. There was a room at the end of the hallway that was a storage room and within that room was a door which appeared much like a wardrobe. One would have never thought to open it because it seemed as though you would find closes and other miscellaneous items hidden with in.

I had found this room because I could not sleep and decided that I would find something more interesting. I began to explore the house.

My family had not been here very long we just moved here after the Christmas season three months ago. The house had been owned by my grandpa, but he had become unable to take care of himself on the plantation. Our family moved from Washington D.C. to take care of my grandpa John and too.

I stared out the window in this small study. I saw the ocean far on the horizon. My great-grandfather would always ramble on about a small study from which he had the best view of the ocean anyone could dream of. My father who had grown up in this house had never seen such a window, but I believe I had found it.

After the view of the ocean had satisfied me for now I walked over to the desk. There was an old fashioned box of matches near a candle on the desk. I struck a match and lit it.  It flame lit the entire room, though it appeared no different than it had in the dark. I sat in the chair that was at the desk, and when I sat a cloud of dust flew into the air. I looked at all the pieces of parchment that lay on the desk. They were journals and notes that had been kept by my grandfather and my great-grandfather. They talked of animals that could transform into humans, and humans that could transform into animals.

What is this? I thought. These seem like stories that would be told by the adults  in my family.  I continued on reading through the papers one of them read: