Fighting Fate (Moonlight Trials Series #2)

Chapter 5 – Learning to be a human.

Chapter 5 – Learning to be a human.

Jaspers POV

The next day was a weekend, so I headed over to Trackers. Ivy was annoyed that I wanted to run off into the woods, but I needed to be a human. It had been too long since I could run on two legs or feel the wind on my skin. I immediately turned into a human once I hit the tree line and ran to Tracker's as fast as I could. I could feel Onyx in the back of my mind, rolling his eyes at me.

“For god’s sake, Jasper!” Tracker shouted as he noticed me approaching. I looked at him confused.

“What?” I asked, coming to a halt near him. He dragged me into his house and into his room. “Hey!” This was a different one from the one I had woken up in yesterday. He grabbed a pair of black jogging bottoms and a black t-shirt and threw them at me.

I put them on, not knowing what the problem was. It's not like there were any humans about and, as far as I remembered my mum would let me run around naked. I scoffed as I walked out of his room into the living area.

“Mardy,” I whispered, and Tracker turned on me, glaring. He shook his head.

“You really need to learn to be a better human.” He said, a little growl in his voice.

“OK…” I said, looking at him with a frown. “Teach me, I only know what I see at Ivy's and the few bits I can remember from when I lived at home.” I saw him roll his eyes.

“OK, so first of all, you can’t go around calling people idiots even if you want to.” He said, referring to how I had talked about Jesse yesterday.

“I only said that because Ivy calls her that a lot,” I argued.

“Yes, but she’s Ivy’s friend, and she’s kind of allowed. There are rules.”

“Ivy’s my friend and Jesse too.”

“No” Tracker said, and I was taken aback. “They don’t know you.” He answered with a bored tone.

“Ivy knows me, she’s just acting weird.” I saw Tracker put his hand over his face, slowly.

“Sit down Jasper.” He said. Tracker began explaining that she doesn’t know me as a human, only as a wolf. When I tried to argue that she would eventually recognise me, he stopped me and explained that humans wouldn’t ever be able to recognise us because they don’t believe in werewolves. That made me frown. He explained that humans didn’t believe in anything supernatural.

We first talked about werewolf rules. He asked me how much I remembered, stating that we were similar ages when leaving a pack. I didn’t pry because he seemed uncomfortable talking about it but I knew his mother must have had a good reason for leaving, as werewolves were not, by nature, solitary creatures.

He explained the hierarchy of a pack and what ages we normally shifted. Which he explained was anywhere between 11 and 16. He also explained what usually happened. I asked him about his first shift, and he told me it hadn’t happened yet but could happen anytime. He had started hearing faint voices in his head, yet but nothing coherent enough to have a full conversation with.

“I think it’ll be soon then.” I said, smiling. Onyx interrupted me saying that he could feel his wolf and it would be strong. I told Tracker and he smiled, but sadly.

Once we had spoken about the hierarchy of a pack and rules etc, we then started talking about the human world. Tracker said he didn’t have much to do with humans, but he had observed them a lot, being alone more often than not. He explained that it wasn’t much different to wolfen society. The only difference was that there wasn’t a general ruler to keep the peace and that was the police’s job. He explained though that unlike werewolves who could sense emotions and feel heartbeats, they could not and would often not be honest about what they were feeling.

“Well, that’s stupid.” I huffed.

“Yeah, it does make things difficult.” Tracker agreed. “Especially when all they have to do is communicate, and they don’t, they make things up or change the subject, then wonder why someone is mad a week later when they find out the truth.”

“Well, I won’t be doing that. I'll be honest.” I said, proudly.

“As long as you don’t tell Ivy about yourself,” Tracker said and I frowned again.

“Why not?”

“She won’t understand Jasper. Humans don’t. I've said that already.”

“She’s different…” I trailed off, thinking about her.

“Everyone says that they’ll be different, but they won’t be. If she found out she would absolutely tell her parents, and they would freak out and hunt you down, then they would get the whole village involved and likely accuse anyone and everyone of being a werewolf.” Tracker rolled his eyes. Although I hated the idea of not telling Ivy, I seriously hoped that she would just recognise me for herself ad then I could tell her. She wouldn’t freak out and tell her parents, and we would be fab friends as both humans and when I was a wolf.

“Fine.” I said through gritted teeth.

“OK, so now you're human, I think it's time for you to train as a human. You’ll need to get your strength up and start getting your body ready for when you're older.” I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Tracker, I’m 11, I’m pretty sure I’m not finding my pack anytime soon either.”

“That doesn’t matter. You're too young to understand right now, but just trust me when I say you’ll need your strength. You won’t be able to live with Ivy forever as a dog wolf. She’ll get suspicious if you don’t die at the normal age of an elderly wolf.” I furrowed by eyebrows sadly. He was actually right about that, so I nodded my head in agreement.

We agreed to train at least once a week and still meet up regularly. After all, people thought we lived together, because Tracker was my best friend. When I told him that, he pretended to gag, but I did see a slight smile on his face.