The Sacred Moon Pack

Chapter 1

My suffering started the day I decided to be me. It started the day I told myself that I was greater than the way people thought I was and I could get something better in this world.

My name is Sophia and I am a werewolf. The name of my pack is the Sacred Sun pack. We are a group of people with similar goals. We love to make friends with the humans even though we know deep down that most of them despise us once they get to know who we are and what we are capable of doing.

I was born on the first of January 2001. I was born on the first day of the year that marked the beginning of a millennium. My life was sweet like honey and my parents treated me very well. They pampered me with care and showered love on me every time I felt say. My life was perfect.

Things started to change a little when I turned three and my mother told me that my father had to leave us. She told me my father had to go to another place so that he can fight the war that was set to happen.

I was afraid back then because I was a child. I stood close to my mother as I watched as she looked at my eyes and told me that everything was going to be alright and that I did not need to fear because my father will be back and I will be fine.

I tried to believe the words of my mother but something deep in me was telling me that everything was not going to be fine and that my father was going to die. I wish I trusted the words that was inside of me and I had pushed to bring my father back home. But, I didn't. I let the words of my mother fill me with belief, and when the following day came, I was met with the sad news that my father was dead.

The news of my father's death hit my mother very strong. She could not think for almost a month. She could not even sleep properly because she could not even eat. I was hurt by my father's death but I'm not sure that I was as hurt as my mother was for my father's death. Every day she cried for him and blamed herself allowing him to go to the war that killed him. I blamed myself for not trying to stop him even after the cold feeling I had when he was gone. Eventually, I stopped blaming myself. My mother stopped too. We both stopped blaming ourselves because we knew that no matter what we did, we couldn't bring my father back. He was dead, gone and buried. He was lost forever and there was absolutely nothing we could do to bring him back.

After my father's death my mother and I tried to live our lives like his death never happened. My mother taught me the why it was important to be a werewolf in the world. She taught me all the wonderful things that I felt I knew about our Sacred Sun Pack, and the sad things I didn't know about the Pack.

With my mother by my side, I felt like everything was going to go smoothly for me and I wouldn’t need to worry about my transition into a full werewolf once I turn eighteen. I had all the energy in me. I had all the love in me. I had all the support I needed in me from my mother.

Things started to fall apart for me again when war came to my Pack and my mother was forced to join them in battle. I told my mother several times to not join them in battle because she was going to die like my father, but she didn't listen to me. She was adamant on proving herself as a true warrior. She was firm on repeating the same mistake my father made and going to war.

"I am so sorry, honey," my mother said with tears in her eyes. "I need to do this for you. I need to do this for every member of our Pack. If I don't do this, I won't be at peace with myself. I won't sleep and wake up the next day feeling happy."

"Please! Don't leave me!" I begged my mother, but she didn't listen.

I watched with tears in my eyes as my mother left me and went to follow her fellow werewolves who were ready to go for war. Once again, I begged my mother to not go for war, but she didn't listen to me. She was adamant on making the same mistake that my father made.

The following week after spending time alone, I got a sad news from my friend that my mother was dead. I couldn't believe the news because it felt like a dream to me. I couldn't believe that my mother who I saw the previous week was dead and buried. My life was completely shattered.

A year before my eighteenth birthday, and after years of living as an orphan, I decided to come out and be myself. I decided to prove to the people in my Sacred Sun Pack that I was greater than the way they felt about me.

I came out boldly in their midst when they were drafting people out for the next war.

"You are a small girl," the person who was drafting said to me.

I did not answer the man. I simply followed the line and continued to the point where all the equipments for the war was handed to me.

The war was fought the next day, and unlike other wars my Pack has fought with the Sacred Moon Pack, this war was worse. I fought and killed a few werewolves, but my luck ran out when I was struck in the head by a fierce blow.