A Sanctuary For Werewolf In Need Is Located Here

Chapter Three: Introductions

When the boys had settled down and realised that we needed to get things done before we could play. We wandered into the livestock arena and sat on the ground in a circle.

    "So... Who's  this, CarBella?" One of the zingaros asked, gesturing towards Jesse. Jesse was sitting next to Kyle, a few people to the right to me. The newcomer on directly to my left had spoken.

"This is Jesse. Jesse, do you wanna explain more about yourself?" I said.

"Yeah. I'm Jesse Moore. I'm CarBella's boyfriend. I'm fourteen and in eighth grade. Anything else?" Jesse revealed.

"You're also a natural born fairy that received your werewolf abilities through me." When he gawked at me for sharing such information, I answered his questions. " It's okay. They need to know that."

"Fairy? Then why does he not have wings?" Will asked, arrogance in voice.

I answered before Jesse could. "He's not your average fairy. He's not what most think of as fairies. He's a different kind of fairy than the little woodland fairies you think of. He's a bond fairy. Instead of being responsible for the woods, he's responsible for bonds between creatures. He does that by being with people. That's normally all he has to do."

"So, no wings, just magick?" Kyle inferred.

"Kind of. He does occasionally have wings. When he seeks his power to enhance a spell or if he becomes in sync with his fairy or wolf side, they'll appear."

"Wolf side?" Kyle questioned further.

"Yeah, it's weird. His wolf has fairy wings at the moment, but being as the wolf side of him was given to him, it makes the wings logical." Jesse blushed some and bowed his head to hide it.

"Don't worry about not being a natural werewolf. Not all of us are." Collin reassured.

The zingaro that was is on my left began to speak. "Yeah, several of us aren't. Thanks for introduction. I'm Tomas Anderson from a small town in Indiana. I'm a fifteen year old werecoyote. This came from a friend in first grade. He and I did the blood ritual. I then began shifting at the age of eight. My parents found out and they thought what most humans first think, that I was a murderous, blood-thirsty monster. Daniel, Joseph, and James then found me and showed me their ways. They taught me what I know about our kind and the world around me. I wouldn't go back if I had a chance." Being the youngest of the zingaros, I did have to say he was quite brave for expressing his story first.

The boy sitting next to him sighed. "I'm Daniel, the oldest. I'm a 19 year old Wiccan werewolf from New Orleans. My parents brought me up Wiccan and they, too, are wolves. I left them to travel when I was fourteen. I've visited every chance I got and even brought them a few times. I still do. I started this pack with James and Joseph when I ran into them in Massachusetts at fourteen and a half."

James was sitting next to him, so he began, "I'm James, the youngest of the three starting members at seventeen. I'm a Canadian werewolf that is the only one born to my family. The trait was in the blood long ago, but no longer is it strong. My family are traveling gypsies themselves, and we were in Massachusetts at the time this pack started."

Joseph sat next to James, and chewed his lip for a moment before speaking, "I am Joseph, a nineteen year old were shifter from Danvers, Massachusetts. This town is also called Salem Village by many. My family has direct linage to the witches in the trails and all of the magick that they performed. We have gotten the magick and the shifting abilities no one knew about. We shift into any and all of the were creatures. It's painful even now. We have to adapt to more forms than others. CarBella does something very similar and I can teach her what she needs to know to survive."

I hid my surprise. No one really understood the creature I was, and creatures similar to it was few and far between.

The next boy started, "I'm Michael, a sixteen year old werefox from Kansas. My parents were addicts and I left them when the pack came around three and a half years ago."

The next one continued, "I'm Eric, a eighteen year old were bobcat from Arizona. I joined three years ago when my parents died in a car crash, but I didn't. The others saw the crash happen, tried to save us all, but couldn't. They took me in when no one else would."

"Hola, Mi llamo Raúl e yo soy de Madrid, España. I'm a seventeen year old Spanish werewolf. I was doing well in España, but I couldn't help but feel the urge to travel, so two and a half years ago, I joined."

The last zingaro spoke, "I'm Theodore, a sixteen year old Brazilian werecoyote. My parents sent me to a fighting ring for our kind, and even though I caught a few battles, I and several others were released by these guys. I was the only one to travel with them and stay. The rest slipped away once they found a place to settle down. I've been in the pack two years."

Will spoke his story, "I have known CarBella for two years, and it's been interesting. I'm a fifteen year old royal blood werewolf from England and she; a fourteen year old werewolf without a breed from this small town of Quincy.."

His packmate spoke as Jesse silently snarled at Will for the flirtatious tone, "I'm Kyle, a fifteen year old royal blood werewolf from Oklahoma. I've  been with Will for what seems like forever. CarBella is a good friend of mine and I'm glad to meet all of you."

Collins spoke last, "I'm Collin, a fourteen year old werewolf vampire hybrid. I've known CarBella for several years. I live here and Montana. My immediate family is in Montana, but my extended family and adopted sister is here."

We all sat quietly, absorbing the information given to us.