My Little Wolf

That Night

I remember that night.

    The moon had been full. It glowed bright and casting a pearl-tinted light across fields of deep green grass, multicolored flowers, and long memories. It must have been close, the moon was so big that night. It had been cold, and the wind was harsh. Blowing fast, rough, it'd blow across your face and steal your breath away, but the wind was the least of my problems. 

I remember that night so vividly, but it was the night I wished to forget.

I guess this all started when I was 16.

    It was raining, the dark clouds a clear representation of the people. I preferred the cold rain to the hot, slow tears that made my eyes blurry and my face feel sticky. My father, who stood with a hollow stare, held an umbrella over our heads but the wind would whip whatever water it could grasp around like a bully throwing your ball around to their friend. And like that poor victim, I was between my tears and the wind, jumping. Reaching for something that was taken from me.

"Goodbye, Mom."

I smiled, twirling in my ball gown. I giggled with my mom as she hugged me tightly. "My beautiful daughter, you're so grown now!" She cried.

I rolled my eyes, turning to look at myself in the mirror. "Mom, I'm only 16," I responded. It was true, I was grown. Even though I was quite short, I was gifted with large breasts, wide hips, and thick thighs. I had long legs, but a short torso. My eyes were deep and sparkled like a sapphire gem. My skin, though I was quite tanned, was still light and delicate. My dress, a deep blue with beautiful silver and cold embroidery, and off the shoulder. The same white fabric that lined the under part of my dress was used to make ruffles around the sleeves that hugged my arms snuggly, but perfectly. The corset that was used, a deep blue with the same embodiment on it, pushed my breasts up and exposed my cleavage. My hair was pulled from my face and twisted, brought up and a half up half down position. There were white pearls within the strands of hair that had been twisted around my head and left to hang in loose, bouncy curls in the back of my head. The rest of my hair had been curled similarly. I had a jeweled hairpiece that kept my hair fastened up. My face had light makeup. My brows were fixed, I had a silver glitter eyeshadow across my lids, some blush on my cheeks, and a soft nude pink lipstick on my lips.

It was a fact that I was beautiful. But I was not my mother. I had her eyes and the same golden hair, but my wide hips and rather large assets came from my father's side. I 

My mother smiled at me and walked up behind me. Her own blond hair brushed my cheek as she rested her head on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes again as she spoke, "You've grown to me." I sighed, turning and pulling away to look at her. She sighed heavily, "Okay. Are you ready?"

I nodded and we both headed towards the door.

My father's name is Johnathan Winters. My mother is named Grace Winters. I live in the Moon's Kingdom, filled with people gifted with an ability to shift into the wolf. We live under a goddess named Selene, but the king, which was my father's closest friend, ruled over the land. My father is the king's most trusted advisor. The king is called Alpha Bryan and his wife, the Queen, is named Juliet and called Luna Juliet. My father had dark hair and broad shoulders. My father was born a beta but my mother was human. 

Normally, werewolves' transformation gene for their first shift is triggered around their 13th birthday. But they're unable to control their fangs or eyes color as a younger child. When a wolf turns 18, their wolf can do a half shift with them. It's kind of cool, actually, but I've heard that it's incredibly painful because your wolf isn't able to take the entirety of the pain once you start shifting. However, I haven't even shifted into my first form. The pack doctors think it's because I maintained my mother's human DNA instead of my father's. So I was placed as an omega, the lowest rank of the pack. No one hated me for it, or discriminated against me for it, they all understood it was something I couldn't control, but I definitely was judged for it, and my parents had the judgment worse than I did. My father had been targeted multiple times about having a "faulty breed" and people have said he wasn't fit to advise the king because of me. The king quickly put these arguments to rest and forbid further talk of them, but the gossip never stopped.

Tonight, however, the only gossip was whether the Ladies of the Court would find a gentlemen suiter.

Within the ball, the violins and flutes played complicated and intricate music sheets. Men and women chattered amongst themselves, girls giggling and whispering, boys laughing and fooling around. Few had matches of the same s*x but were celebrated nonetheless. Many of the women found their match, but the unlucky left the ball early that night. The lights were soft as to not be harsh against the young ladies' skin. I never danced, I knew none of them was the one for me, but I stayed that night. I wish I hadn't. 

When the night was nearly finished and my mother was feeling tired from the night of dancing with my father and laughing with her friends, she walked to me so we could leave. She had opened her mouth when a whiz came to our comprehension. I looked around, but when nothing happened after, I turned my attention back to my mother. Her mouth remained open and her eyes were wide. When the blood started to trickle down the side of her lip, I screamed.

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I paced the floor. The dress that I had once thought beautiful was now matted with blood and quickly drying. I couldn't care less about the dress, I was worried about my mother. Her deep colored blood not only soaked my dress but it was also smeared across my shoulders, chest, neck, and across my arms. I had caught her when she fell. The blood pouring from the wound on her chest had gotten everywhere when I slowly helped her to the floor. A doctor within the crowd quickly attended to her wounds but, now my father and I were just waiting as said doctor performed the surgery that would save her life. At least, we had thought it would.

Instead, almost two hours later, the doctor told us she had lost too much blood and couldn't repair the damage.

I had been told I was human. I had been told that I would never be able to shift, told that I was a disappointment and a tyrant because I was powerless and weak. That I would always amount to nothing. I was marked as an omega. Yet here I was, large and howling with every bit of lost, confused emotion in my body. My cry called out and echoed back at me. My senses spun with screams of surprise and of fear. I couldn't tell them apart.

My vision blurred for a moment from pain but when I could see, I saw the fear and shock settling in my father's eyes. He glanced at my mother's family and they all screamed even louder. I took a step towards him but he shook his head and shooed me away with his hand. My heart broke more and I whined. He did it again. I whimpered, turning around and running right past the tree line. I howled again, this time, reflecting my broken heart completely. I winced, the screams piercing through my hearing again, but I didn't stop running.

When I made it to a clearing, the sudden opening shocked me to a almost immediate halt. Skidding to a halt and panting heavily for breath, I closed my eyes, collapsing to the ground with a whimper. When I listened, my mind and head were filled with ringing and pain. And a voice, but I couldn't decipher it. I couldn't understand what the voice was saying. My heart pounded in my chest and in my ears, making it even harder to comprehend my surroundings.

Another sound echoed through the clearing and I looked up. Suddenly aware that I wasn't alone, I licked my muzzle and searched through the eyes of the white wolf in front of me. Obviously a girl, and large, it was easy to tell she was an Alpha. The mark on her head was of a crescent moon, and black. My fur was pitch black and heavy. The wind rustled through my thick coat and then through hers. Her eyes flashed and my heart calmed down. I could breathe better, too. But a sudden force tore through my body, and painfully, I slowly started to shift back.

When the shift was finished, I was sobbing from the pain and clinging to the girl in front of me. She was tall, athletic, and tanned. Her body was toned, her eyes were hazel, brown mixed with green. Her hair was cut, buzzed on one side, long on the other. It reached just past her ear lobes and almost covered her left eye. But all I could focus on was the heat under my skin and how she, despite her being incredibly hot temperature-wise, seemed to cool me down.

And then she spoke. "What is your name?"

All the sounds, noise, and voices in my head cleared instantly. I could focus on her. "Pierce," I said, still shaking. "My name is Pierce."

She nodded, using her fingers to move my hair out of the way. "Are you alright, Pierce?" 

I shivered, curling up tighter. That's when I noticed that I wasn't wearing any clothes. I flushed and hid my face in her leg. She was bare too. My face flushed more. "I'm confused and everything hurts."

"That's normal," She mumbled. "How old are you?"

"I'm 16," I whimpered.

Her eyes shot open and she stared at me, shocked. "That isn't."

I looked up at her. "Who are you?"

She smiled, "I'm not the one who just terrified a bunch of humans." I looked down shamefully. "Let's worry about you first." 

Overwhelmed with too many emotions and suddenly tired, I just nodded.