Beware The Wolf Inside

Chapter 2 Flashback

I've never had a normal life.

Balancing between the human world and the world of supernatural beings had always been a huge struggle while I grew up. As a small child, I had to stay a good distance from the human children because I had just started growing in my unnatural traits of werewolf.

My family was one of many pure blood families and although we were respected by the supernatural world, the human world was never ready for the truth of werewolves or vampires or even ghosts. We lived our lives in the human world to keep the peace when something would go wrong between the balance of how things were. My family, along with other pure blood families, had to keep our identities a secret for the sake of that peace.

I grew up with many privileges. Being a little supernatural never really stopped me from having nice things in my life. My family were always good, hardworking people with nice jobs, cars, and houses. My parents put all three of us, their misfitted children, in private schools and paid for our extra curricular activities. My eldest brother was better at making friends with the human children than either myself or my second oldest brother.

Being a privileged child meant I also had to endure whatever taunts and teasing I got from the human children. I would regularly hear from them I was some spoiled rich kid, but I wasn't spoiled. If anything, I was the least spoiled child out of the family. I didn't ask for much. I didn't expect to be put through private schools or ask for the newest technology everyone else seemed to have. I always had a love for the simple being outdoors. What the other children said didn't really matter to me. I was called a freak, misfit, outcast, and spoiled throughout my whole life. It didn't bother me really. I was an emotionless child. Nothing seemed to matter until I met Amelia.

I had grown up knowing I was a homosexual. From birth, it was known by my parents that I would be attracted to the same sex, so I grew up with short hair like both my brothers and I wore sports bras to cover my breasts. I never wore short-shorts or tank tops like other girls. I didn't like dresses or high heels or anything like that. My hair was always a shade of fire red with a golden streak or two in the bangs, so I had looked odd with my hair and dark brown eyes; much like my mother and grandmother. As I grew up though, my looks matured and my hair changed into a subtle deep brown and my eyes a caramel color. My brothers took after my father with their looks. They both inherited his blue eyes and brown hair. All three of us were way too tall for our ages and we were built because we were always active and we were always training to build ourselves stronger.

At the age of ten, I stood 5'6 and 130 pounds even. At seventeen, I grew to be 179 pounds and I stood at 6'2. I finished growing around that age, and my weight stopped increasing when I reached 180.5 pounds. Although I weighed a good bit, I was more on the skinnier side than the chubby one. I had more muscle than fat.

For my sixteenth birthday, my second eldest brother, Caleb had decided to show off the wolf deep within his human skin when he burst through the yards of our neighbors bearing his fangs and growling. He howled a few times like a mutt would before my father quickly went to restrain him. It was too late, of course. The neighbors had all seen him and they immediately knew what we were. People began to move away and my parents started to grow out the trees which made our mansion grow darker. Teenage children from our public schools began throwing rocks at Caleb and I. Since my oldest brother was in college and away where nobody knew him, he didn't have that problem.

At seventeen, after a year of being excluded completely from human contact, I found myself contemplating my own life underneath a large oak tree in the park nearest to my own home. I watched from behind my bangs how people would stare at me with disgust written over their faces, and how they inched further and further away from me. It was a hot day and the tree was really the only source of shade, so I could just imagine the envy and anger the human people had towards me for occupying the only source of true, cool shade. I let out a sigh, and before I could lean myself fully against the tree, I saw a shadow creeping over me. I glanced up to find a woman's pair of blue eyes looking back to my own brown ones; and for the first time in a long time, as I looked into those beautiful blue eyes, filled with ease and curiousity, I felt a sense of something.