Raised By Wolves

I can feel my hunger growing, this  lust is almost irresistible.The pain I feel from resistance is unbearable. My Fosters are evil and cruel, will they be the first to go? There are words I could speak that no humans would understand. I rise from my bed, where I have been laying so lazily. I walk across my room, plain and black,Falling in Reverse T-shirt on the ground where I stripped just moments ago.I pass by my drunken  ‘father’ and  ignore my mothers questions. She seems to love me more than my excuse of a father, but what does it matter no one understands my feelings? The chill of the wind excites me as I prepare for my hunt. I lick my canines as I feel them beginning to pretrude from my mouth. My tail erupts as a toothy devilish grin escapes from my lips. My vision enhances as my eyes go cobalt blue.  I clench my fists as my fur lengthens, unclench them as my claws stretch from my hands. I cannot begin to describe the hunger that I feel again. I rear back in the tainted moonlight and part my lips. My heart pounds as the thrill of my howls echoes through the neighboorhood.

I climb upon the top of a house to the right of my home. Growls hungrily released from my throat. It would be to suspicous should one of my neighboors disappear. I’m heading into town to find myself a ‘proper’ meal. I can usually find some thug  in an alley but their flesh is usually stippy and dull. The movie theater is where I often go, muggers are there and it also seems to be the popular hang out of the citys gang, Westside as they call themselves. I lurk through the dark alleys silently making my way to my hunting grounds. “What are you doing around here, punk?!” one of those thugs says. One by one they come from the darkest corners of the sidesstreet. Crowbars, poles, pocketknifes, even on with a metal baseball-bat.  I smirked, they think I’m some lost highschool kid? I  turn and straighten my gruff voice. “Your not gonna hurt me are you? I-I”ll give you all my  money?” I say sounding weak. They whispered among themselves before sending the one with the baseball bat up. I stayed where I was and waited, he came up to me and raised the bat before dropping it in surprise. “Hmph Hi there” I said lifting him up by the throat. He tried to scream, but just mustered up a low mumble. I smiled as I head his neck snap at the middle. I dropped him and looked at the others, “Hmmmm now this guy looks a little strippy, but you” I said pointing at the  biggest one. The one with that big old crowbar.”You look like a good meal to me” I said lurching forward. The rest of the group scattered seeing they had an opening to escape, but I’d just get to them later. The big brute held his crowbar up defensively, hoping it’d  protect him from me. I appeared before him at my full height standing on the flat of my massive paws, haunches raised.  I  raised my paw into the air,faintly it glowed in the presence of the moon. He began to scream, as I brought my claws down onto his shoulder. The delicous sound of his skin ripping,tearing, and slicing apart brought a smile of delight to my face. The others had ran so I rapidly tucked into my meal. The heart and jugular the most tasteful parts of my meal. I left my victim in the dumpster beside me, soon to be the victim of a ‘homicide’. To you this sounds disturbing, vile and evil. But to me it sounds like life, it sounds like the right thing to do. People understand a cheetahs need to kill gazelle, a crocodiles need to eat zebras. But when people think of werewolves, they think of murderers. Live a day in my shoes. You have no idea how much this crap torments me. This is what a monster does,this is what a psychopath does, then again, this is what I do.

The council of werewolves has always had some opinion in my life, because of my royalty, meaning I was raised to be the way I am. I am territorial as all other werewolves, but I was raised to be diplomatic about such invasions of territory. Never raising a fist if unneccessary. Just as I was raised to be a gentleman,I can never be rude to a woman werewolf or not.So I hate my father yes but my code of honor means i cannot hate my mother. I, unlike other of my kind, I cannot hunt those that are pure. I hate this fact cause my hunger always grows from my lack of hunting material. My hunting class is always a nuissance. I feel restricted but, why dwell on talking on this when I should be visiting the council right now. So I walk out the door, when my ‘mother’ calls me into the kitchen. I walk in obediently and ask her what she needed. “Have you been sneaking out of the house Aidan?” she asked suspicously. I snickered,”No ma’am” I said respectfully. She looked me over for a while maybe 10 seconds, that I’mnot completely sure of. She  then went back to cooking , the steaks that had had her attention before I entered. I continued out of the door and down the street. Turning on 5th avenue  to the Den. Where the council held all important meetings. They had summoned me for something important. So as I walked in they welcomed me with “Afternoon Young Prince” as they nodded. First Chair Cyrin waved me to my seat as I lingered in the door. I sat and took a cup of blood with clots and hunks of meat in it. I drank heavily from it savoring the saltiness of the meat. “Well lets get down to buisness then shall we?” Sixth Chair Killian said looking in my direction. I nodded putting my cup back on the tray I had gotten it from. “You went hunting yesterday is that correct?” Cyrin said raising his eyebrows. “Yes it is, quite a turn out if you ask me” I say the beginings of a smile meeting the corners of my lips. “Ah. But you left a bit of prey behind didn’t you?” he said matter of factly. “I did hunt two  humans this much is correct” I say. “Ah, yes, but you  see. The questio has been arising the attention of a few mundane eyes” He says a helpful look in his eyes “hand marks left that have the distinct markings of claws on them have been found on your prey”. I furrow my brow, then suddenly everything snaps into focus, I had left the one with the broken neck in the alley and I usppose the police stumbled upon him. “I see you have relized the error of your ways” Cyrin says. “But you will be put on a restriction,….no more hunting for a week, also we also have a new task for you to carry out” he says smiling politely.Great more useless recon, or whats worse tribal mediatiing. “If I may ask, what is it?” I say lifting my head off of my knuckles. “A witch from the Fourth Star has arrived in your juristiction, as the Black Wolf and as the noblist of our warriors, would you  tackle the problem of protecting her?” Cyrin asks me carefully. I had never much enjoyed bodyguarding, and the subject often irritated me. “Seeing as I have nothing better to do at the time, I shall do you this favor.” I say rising from my chair. “If nothing else is needed of me I shall be leaving now” I say pausing at the corner of the table. He nods and I walk out of the Den and back into the bright sunlight of mid-day. I sniffed in the air, searching the air for the scent of a witch. I smelled something queer that was definitely not human coming from North Northeast. I turned and followed the odd smell. I weaved through crowds of kids playing in the street. One looked at me and said something like “Why are you so hairy mister?” while pointing at my tail. I noticed it protruding from between my legs and quickly sprinted away before an adult could appear. I relized I was getting hunrgrier and with my hunger my morph was beginning unnoticed. I clenched my fists forcing my self to concentrate on finding  the witch I was to be guarding. I forced my tail and claws back into there proper hiding places. The only things visible now where the tips of my ears. I began my trip to the Northeast again the scent growing steadily stronger.I turned a corner to see a girl, about 5’1 short black hair,with green highlights, and looking about17. Standing in front of me. She held her hand up to stop me from bumping her, sending painthrough my chest where it lay. She looked up to see my ears and said “You must be my new guard?"

I nodded surprised of her outfit, she was wearing a green halter top with a black jacket over it, and black jeans. She looked at a piece of paper she held in her hand. “Aidan then?” she said putting her hands in her back pockets. “Wolf, preferably. Second chair of the werewolf society council. Son of Allan the White Wolf,grandson of Alexander  the previous Black Knight, son of Matilda the Wise Wolf-“ I begin before she puts her cupped hand over my mouth. “Did I ask for your life’s history? No, so please don’t spend our time  lecturing me” She said . She pointed across the street to Melton high. “Our new school wolfboy, lets go!” She said dragging me across the stree as a car sped towards us. She looked at it and blinked. I walked full speed towards the sidewalk from the middle of the road. I reached it in under 1 second, “Cars don’t stop for ya around here if I may say so”I grunt releasing her arm. She glares at me, “I see  that now!” she yells rubbing her arm. She grabbed my wrist and forced me into the highschool. I had never been in one before. We go into a room with a bookshelf in it with pictures of teenagers wearing helmets. The door said “principal” I go in and sit in the chair next to her. “Hi I’m Taylor and this is Wolf we’d like to register!” she says the principal starts to disapprove it seems but stops midsentence. I looked at Taylor andsaw that her eyes where glowing a ivy color. She grabbed my chin and turned my head back to the wall. I blinked, and noticed that we were in the hallway. We walked into the class and I noticed the intrigued looks of a few kids in my class, mainly the males of the group. I growled in my throat, for some reason it irratated me. We left that horrid place at 3:30 and it had started to rain. I noticed durin therain that my outfit had changed and it freaked me out admitably.“How did I get into this?” I said holding the odd thing draped around my neck to my eyes. “That’s your uniform I guess” She says. “Whats a uniform?” I say head half-cocked. She gigled and smiled, “You wear them when you go to school idiot” She said, I looked down embarassed and noticed that her feet didn’t seem to be touchig the ground.  “How are you-“I start t say before she turns around. Her face was an inch away from mine and she was staringdirectly at me. “I’ll show you! Follow me!” she yelps running into a forested area. I stepped a foot into the underbrush and became extremely excited about being in the woods. “You comin wolfboy?!” I hear her yell from somewhere farther in. “Yeah Im comin!” I howl back. I jump over a huge trunk and pounce back off the trunk into the trees. I grab a limb and pull myself up. I could see everything from there, “Hehe, enjoying yourself wolfboy?” I hear a voice above my head, I snap up to find her hanging upside down above me. I nudge her head gently, “Yup” I drop back down and look up. She was blushing and had her arms crossed across her chest. She lets go and floats in midair  I noticed I was back in my normal clothes,Taylor was wearing  shoulder length fingerless gloves,a black and green trimmed tanktop, and a green skirt. I squinted my eyes and saw a faint green glow. “Are those….wings?!” I say surprised. She nods with one arm behind her back.

And thats all she wrote guys! Actually thats all I wrote,but you know the saying...or was it something else??? Ah,well! This is something i have been working on for a while now and i hope you guys like what i've gotten so far! Remember guys,feedback is appreciated highly!!!!!! ^.^