Canis Lupus

My name is Cordelia Summers. I live in a small town in North Georgia called Silver Creek. I say small, but our pack owns the entire town. Also, I may have forgotten, I am a werewolf in the Canis Lupus pack. My family has been part of this pack for generations, our ancestors were some of the first warriors of the pack. Living here, the majority of our population is werewolves, but we also have witches, as well as humans. Since the world has finally figured out the existence of the supernatural, things have become a lot easier. Sure things can be dangerous, but for a pack as strong as ours, no one really messes with us. We have one of the largest and strongest armies of any neighboring packs. Between training and our updated security measures, we have become the strongest and most well protected pack in the states. We all thought that the world would be so strange when they found out about us, but its been about seven years and things are pretty great. Sure, we have to follow government laws, but because our species is so different, we have our own council of werewolves that was added to the government so our laws and our tradition can thrive. Anyway, back to me, I'm a senior in high school. I graduate in thirty days. I've never been a "popular" girl in school, my hair is naturally jet black and I've got blue highlights. I'm not an outcast persay, but I don't fit in with the other girls. I’ve always dreamed of becoming a warrior, just like my dad, Christian. I do basic training with the pack and if I can sneak into warrior training I always watch and absorb what I can. I'm determined to be great just like him, I'm destined for it, I can feel it. I'm currently seventeen years old, my birthday is coming up, May 20th and I'll finally be eighteen, but what makes it even better is I share a birthday with my best friend. We were born six hours apart and have been inseparable since. Being only seventeen, I haven't been able to meet my wolf. Eighteen holds many adventures I can't wait for. Our werewolf evolution has changed so much since the olden days. At eighteen, we gain our wolf, you gain access to the soul of your predetermined wolf. We always have the strength, senses and temper, but we don't gain the healing and help of our wolf. It's also when you're able to meet your mate. A mate makes it sound kinda strange, but it's just like a soulmate. We gain the second half of ourselves. The mate bond forms as soon as contact is made between you and your mate. First, your mate's scent is said to become overwhelming and intoxicating, smelling more desirable than anything else at that moment. More than the scent, the literal sparks can make your skin crawl in exctacy. Though the mate bond pushes you to someone, it doesn't make you love them, you have to build your love for the person, but the mate bond doesn't make it that hard to do at all, because even if it doesn't create love, it boosts your emotions when they form. The mate bond does help those feelings. Though you can fall in love in hours or days, it's not common for a werewolf couple to take more than a week to feel this intense love with their mate. After forming your bond, you can complete the mating process. That just means having s*x and marking your mate. A mark is basically what it sounds like. It’s usually done during s*x, but it doesn’t have to be. It sounds like a claim mark, and in a sense, yes it is, but it’s so much more than that. When you mate and mark your mate, you complete the bond. You will be able to mind link with each other if you weren’t able to before, you feel each other's emotions, you become a stronger wolf. The mark paints a picture of your love when it’s given to you. It shows the merging of two souls in a picture in a bite on the left side crook of your neck. It’s a beautiful thing to see a true encapsulation of love in one small tattoo like a picture of a couple. When our species first came about, there was no choice in shifting. We were creatures of the moon. We were derived from a punishment to our first wolf. He maimed and slaughtered hundreds of innocent people and, for his punishment, he was the first lycanthrope. His name was Benjamin Grover. The punishment was simple; full moons triggered his transformation and while he was shifted he had no control, there was no communication between his wolf and himself. He was helpless in his own body while his wolf forced himself forward, but through the evolution of our kind, it became less of a punishment and became a gift for us. Every bite he gave made a new werewolf, every generation lost more of the original punishment. We were given a goddess who took mercy on our kind and slowly lifted the punishment and allowed us to become one with our wolf, become a habitable place for both souls in our bodies. Now we can shift whenever we please, and the more we shift the less it hurts. A werewolf in this day and age, we consider our wolf a gift and one of our most treasured possessions. Our Mother Goddess is what they call her. Usually you hear people talking about Selene, but that is not the case. Selene was a hunter of our kind. Our mother goddess is Artemis, she is our goddess of the wilderness, the hunt, the moon. She "assigns" our wolves to each singular person born of our species, she gives us our mates. She makes no mistakes and has helped us achieve such an amazing gift. She is the embodiment of everything we strive to be. She took this punishment and helped our kind turn it into something so beautiful. To live with a goddess so pure as to give our kind a damn near perfect shot at life, its a blessing.