Secret Shifter

Part 16 - Flashback

'Hey Daddy, why do they call this No-Mad Plateau?'

'Well Peter,' Peter's Father spoke, 'I think you are a bit too young to understand son.'

'Im only five! And you always say I'm too smart for my own good. So can I please know?' Peter jumped up and down pulling on his Fathers arm.

'Sorry son, maybe when your older.' Peter sighed at his Fathers words and pulled the best puppy dog face he could pull. All the while chanting, 'Please, please, please, please...'

After about three minutes his Father gave in, 'Fine! Just stop with the eyes!' He laughed heartily

Peter giggled and struggled to climbed onto his Fathers lap. He loved when his Father would tell him stories.

'Well Peter, once upon a time there was a mighty pack. A pack who was well known throughout the lands. They were famous for being one of the strongest packs there ever was!'

Peters eyes glistened as he listened intently to his Fathers words, 'Dad, did you know this pack?'

Peter's Father shook from laughter, he laughed at his sons innocence and lack of knowledge. 'Not only did I know this pack Peter, but I was their Beta.'

'Whoa!' Peter exclaimed and his Father continued. 'Yes, I was trusted, respected and known for my values.'

'Why aren't we with them now?' His sons question was simple and called for, but it sparked a flame in his Fathers heart.

'Son, let me tell you this. There are going to be many people in this world that are too blind to see their weaknesses. They will try everything they can to discredit you and get others around them to think you are a fool. It is our job Peter, to make then see the error in their ways. To abolish these weaknesses and better every Werewolf on the planet.'

Taken back to the past Peter's Father continued to speak out loud, oblivious that his young and innocent son listened very closely to his words.

'My Alpha had just brought a little girl into the world, and she was different. Everyone around her could feel the power emanating around her, but no one knew why. So as the rightful thing to do as Beta, I kept a close watch on his child.

At first there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary, and years passed and still nothing. The other pack members became complacent and eventually got use to the strange presence the child carried with her.

But I could still feel it, I was drawn to it and so my belief never wavered. I continued to keep an eye on her. It wasn't until her sixth birthday that I finally found out what made her different.

She had snuck away from the party to play close by a stream. Little birds and a rabbit flocked to her side as if they were old friends. I thought it strange at first, that any animal dare to venture near a Werewolf, let alone a Werewolf pup.

But they didn't fear her, instead they relished in her company. I was astounded when I heard her speak to the creatures and they replied, as if they were having a conversation.

I was frozen to the spot as her Mother interrupted the spectacle and brought her back to her party. This little girl could interact with other animals as if it were in her blood.

Haha, and that's when I remembered a story my Father once told me. It was a legend, a legend about The Purebreds. It was said that the first ever pack of Werewolves could not only take the form of a Wolf, but that their power was so strong they could take the shape of any animal that passed them by.

The legend says that they were the first ever bloodline that all Werewolves originated from. They were impossibly strong and fast, and their blood ran through our veins.

I was overwhelmed by the knowledge of the power this little girl had, and I wanted to share it with everyone. If we could somehow enhance the shifting gene in our blood that had become diluted, we could all take the shape of many animals and therefore become even stronger.

I approached my Alpha and reported my findings, suggesting we find a way to enhance this power of hers and implant it in every Werewolf.

He grew furious at my suggestion that we do tests on 'his little angel.' The Alpha said he no longer trusted me around his family or his entire pack and banished me to here.

At first I was furious, with my banishment I knew my Mate, your Mother would follow. He sent us both to our deaths, or atleast we thought so. But then something amazing happened.'

Peter looked longingly into his Fathers eyes that now swelled with emotion. 'You were born.'

'After seeing you for the first time Peter, I didn't care about the past. I was excited for my future, my future with you.'

Peter begun to cry, from the love he felt from his Father and from the pain he felt for his Father. For a five year old, it was hard for Peter to comprehend the pain and suffering his Father went through, but inside he vowed to bring justice and honour to his Father.

'And that's is why they call this No-Mads Plateau,' Peters Father finally finished and took a long loving look into his sons eyes. He was truly happy to be blessed to have a son, that not even one thought of revenge crossed his mind.

'Dad? What was this girls name?' Peter asked suddenly very quiet and thoughtful.

'Her name is, Kat.'