prologue: Not a Wolf

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Since the day I was born it has always been said that I would be a wolf.  That when I reached a certain age my wolf spirit would come to claim me. 
       And that's what I've always wanted.  To be normal.  Or at least my families version of normal.  So I grew up with my three older brothers and trained hard everyday. 
        My father always said training early will give your body time to adjust to the curling routine you have when you become a wolf.  So everyday it was running, push ups and more. 
        Always pushing us past our limit.  And I'll admit it was I was getting really good at it.  Being the youngest I had alot more to prove then my brother did.  But soon it all came to a halt. 
        For the age of my turning came and went.  And still I hadn't turned.  My father called me a late bloomer but slowly his interest in my grew less and less.  Until one day he stopped training me altogether. 
       When it came to the day of our check ups was when it was all confirmed.  Dr. Grey made it known that I was never going to change.  I think it broke me  more then it did my father.
       I ran from the house in tears and climbed the highest tree I could find.  I kept saying to myself I am a wolf.  I repeated it over and over until I jumped out of the tree. 
       I thought for some reason my wolf would spring to life and save me.  I couldn't of been more wrong.  When I hit the ground I felt nothing but pain. I know I passed out cause when I woke I was in my bedroom. 
       Pain was everywhere.  My mother told me I was lucky to be alive.  Both of my legs were broken as well as my right arm and shoulder.   
       After that I was transferred to a human school and left out of anything wolf related.  But that is where my life really started. 

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