Celestial Wulf Chronicles: Trapped

Not My Life

In the bathroom mirror, I see a 36 years old Puerto Rican, gay male, with light gray eyes, and caramel complexion. He's 6'1" & 232 lbs far from being labeled a twink. So being labeled a twink... is out. He's just a social guy who's gay. Unlike his brother Randall, he prefers people acquaint with him by his character and NOT flaunt his sexual preference. This being by choice. Further influenced by my profession as a sign language interpreter. It can place me in various work environments such as a prison, or federal correctional facility. Displaying alternative sexual orientation in such places can prove counterproductive. All of this is nice, there's just one thing, gazing at the guy in the mirror, my words go to him "who are you?"

Of its own will, my left-hand reaches, touching the steamy reflection staring back at me that seems to be me. Then I pull it back as if leaving it would bring answers I am not ready for, and towel dry off. Talking to myself "You're fucking nuts, THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE." chuckling I finish toweling myself off.

Leaving the bathroom, my thought remains on my question. Reflecting on all the conversations I have had with Toti (my mother), brother, and family friend Carmen. It seemed like yesterday but it is not. Having walked into the kitchen one morning a month after being out of the hospital, I overhear a conversation between my mother and brother as I entered. Both giving me a smile as Randall stood by the coffee maker, making coffee for us. He remained looking down into the three cups responding to something mom told him.

His tone expressed concern as he did so. "Mama. Do you think he is ready? Is it wise?"

"Baby. Things are about to change. Estrella says it is time."

Her gaze meets mine. "Hi mijo. Let's talk." bringing my attention to her.

According to mom, my physical description would only scratch the surface of who I am. There is more; A-LOT MORE. Even though I have not seen them shapeshift. Supposedly my family are supernatural guardians. Not the type you see depicted in movies either. Some of us are WER's Toti says. Meaning we possess two spirits, one human, the other animal. Both inhabiting one vessel by which they can manifest through a process she calls phasing. According to Toti, when we 'phase' one of these joined souls manifests physically through the vessel, while the other remains in astral form.

Randall stands leaning against the counter attentive. Mom tries to hide the deep sigh she took as she came and sat beside me at the kitchen counter. Her body language seemed tense as she spoke "Alejandro What I am about to tell you is the truth of our existence." It seems, as toti put it. A goddess named Oya. Herself had bestowed me a wolf unique even amongst their kind. The story becomes even more outlandish adding I was born into a pack of gifted wulves bestowed an obligation to defend humans and Celestials from evil supernaturals she calls "Supes". Yea at this point I am thinking "OOOOKAYY. My family are a bunch of COOKE'S! No wonder we live out in nowheresville Florida." But I remain respectful listening to her.

Toti explained my own wolf "Sable" whose name is short for "Sabalius" is himself a Celestial Guardian able to control lightning. With a huff, hearing this I rolled my eyes thinking. "Who in their RIGHT MIND tells this crap to a released traumatized mental case!" Toti smacks the hell out the side of my head, making me duck down with a "HEY!! AMNESIA HERE REMEMBER?!"

Her response as always is the typical traditional school parenting "Amnesia or NOT! I am YOUR MOTHER RESPETA! (RESPECT!!) Old school mothers ARE DEADLY DISCIPLINARIANS!!

After correcting my thoughtless disrespect, she continued "Our ancestors aided The goddess, creator of us all in protecting her child from her mate who despised and attempted to kill him. Showing her gratitude for this aid, with the approval of the creator. Oya blessed these chosen few with aspects of her own being. Fire, wind, earth, water, heart, electricity, and the vastness of the constellations themselves.