The Mother of Wolves

Prologue: Creation

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     In the beginning, there were two... Light and Dark. Brother and Sister. They were worshipped as the Sun and the Moon. Though they were both recognized as gods, the God of Light was glorified above all others while the sister existed solely in the background. Because of this, the sister needed a people of her own. Those who would worship her the same way that most worshipped her brother. 

     So, she tested each animal on earth. In each animal she searched for loyalty, strength, courage, love, and selflessness. Out of all creatures the wolf was the only one who out performed all others. Bravery beyond capacity and power in numbers the wolves were a threat to every other animal if they stuck together. This is when she made the first werewolf. A human who died, but it was not their time and a wolf whose body would change to accompany two souls. A shape shifter. A being that worshipped the moon in wolf form but could change back into a human.

     The first werewolf's name was Amaliah and this is her story.