The Wonderful World of Werewolves

Prologue

My name is Belvine, I was born to Lupis and Treena of the Tundra werewolves. I was born in the Rocky Mountain Sanctuary, a place of contentment and peace. It is one of the biggest sanctuaries in all of the Great North Continent, as well as the world. Though it is remote, and secluded environment. Not many wolves who weren't born here stay for long. But it is home, and it is beautiful.

For my whole life, all I have know is the sanctuary. It is my packs home, where we raise our young, teach them, and live like a community. But i wonder sometimes, what lies beyond the borders that keep us safe? Those walls of unnaturally thick bramble have been at the borders of the sanctuary for so long, that i wonder if even our elders have forgotten what lies beyond them. The only thing we've ever been told is that there is nothing beyond the walls but danger, and eternal suffering. But still, my curiosity urges me to ask, and wonder what lies beyond the walls of bramble. What is out there that keeps us at bay?

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I was born on a late summers morning, dew was fresh on the plants, the sun rose over the snow capped peaks. It was a good day to be born. My parents told me that I wasn't alone, another pup was born along side me. His name was Clauge. My twin brother. It was perfect, my parents were elated that they were able to birth two healthy pups in one day. But that's just a little bit too perfect, isn't it? We grew up well, going through our normal stages of growth, but when we reached the age of three, things started to change. According to my mother, Clauge got sick. Really sick. He'd have constant flashes of fever, he'd barley ate. He was dying. The healers couldn't do anything, for he was small, and to delicate to go through any procedures.Then with tears, Mother had told me Clauge died at the age of four, finally free of his months of torment. I remember when my parents told me about him, something flickered in their eyes as the teared up, but i always assumed it was grief.

About two years after the death of my brother, my mother and father birthed another female pup, as well as a male pup. A sister and a brother. They named her Hailey, and his name was Ry We grew up together, played together, we did almost everything together. I forgot my twin who had died long ago. He was only two images in my head from then on. A small light gray and tan wolf pup, with a black spot on his forehead. And a young boy with scruffy blonde hair, the black spot still on his forehead, and gray blue eyes. My long lost twin. My brother.