Animagus

Chapter One: Twelve-Month Moon Cycle

Us, Werewolves have our twelve-month moon cycle. Ice, Storm, Wind, Wild, Fire, Mirror, Ghost, Lightning, Singing, Blood, Frost, and Oak Moon. I was born under the Ice moon so they call me an 'Ice Wolf.' Ice Wolves, such as myself have a bite as cold as the grave. In wolf form, I have long, thick white fur and blue eyes. My claws are as hard as diamonds and have the appearance of diamonds. I also can summon and freeze water instantly and fracture ice. Being an Ice wolf, I have excellent traction on icy surfaces.

I had a family... A pack. It was my father, my mother, my brother, my uncle, and my aunt. It's just my mother now, my brother, my aunt, my uncle and myself. My father's death was devastating to us all, but knowing that every day we had to live, run, and look at the killer was more heart-wrenching than ever.

My father was a 'Wind Wolf'. They're the fastest of all, they also have a remarkable sense of smell. Their wolf form is sleek and fast with spiky fur of brown with brown eyes. Their powerful howl can strike fear into an opponent's heart or summon an ally to them in no time.

My mother is a 'Wild Wolf' who has reddish fur and green eyes. She can channel the power of light into and out of green plants. She can call upon the wild and its animals to aid her in combat or when she's in trouble. She can even borrow their powers to climb trees and use echolocation.

My aunt is a 'Ghost Wolf' with a white pelt and bright red eyes. They can hear from the other realms. Ghost Wolves are excellent dancers. They are overall among the fastest and most agile of all the wolves. Their ears are pronounced and longer than other wolves and they use them to sense the presence of ghosts in a location. They have a superior sense of smell and can make themselves disappear in a swirl of dust. Cats generally hate them.

My uncle... Oh boy... My uncle, he's a 'Singing Wolf', that may sound nice and normal, but it's not. His fur is pitch black and his eyes are a fiery red. The first full moon closest to the autumnal equinox causes those specific Wolves to have more power due to the increased moonlight. The harvest moon also causes them to leave the woods and prowl. Increasing the chance of contact with people, which fuels his lust for blood... And I'm not just talking about animal blood. 

Lastly, my brother, he's a 'Storm Wolf'. Touching Storm Wolves can deliver a shock of static electricity both in wolf and the human form. Storm Wolves are generally faster than the average Werewolf, he has bluish-black fur and purple eyes. Storm wolves attract crows and ravens as familiars, so as a wolf, my family and I will often notice a crow or a raven around my brother. These ravens help him track and hunt or avoid others, but they also signal a presence that he may not be able to.  

My family doesn't have the ability that I have, they still transform into their wolf form unintentionally. My brother is overprotective of the family, he is like our father. When triggered he is unable to control it unless he is assured, we are okay by us. My mother's trigger is when she sees us in an emotional state, her claws instantly grow and she becomes angry. So, we try to hold in tears of any sort, which we got used to after shedding every tear we had at our father's funeral. My uncle... For him, it's more like, how much blood is in his way.

My aunt, I've never seen her shift. I've always wanted to, but she would never let me see her. Sometimes I would wake up and she wouldn't be next to me, then I would blink and she would be there. Not much scares me, but that did.