The Ganeswolf

A werewolfs tell: Hulron and Logans journey

Hulron/Blades pov: I can't believe I am getting to spend time with my son, my pup. His mother and I were robbed of so much time with him. I woke up this morning thanking the Moon Goddess for the time we are now getting.  Logan's a Ganeswolf. I have never heard of one before Loan showed up. The best that we have been able to put together is that a Ganeswolf draws extra powers directly from the Moon Goddess herself. He is a Warrior trained by the Moon Goddess. She does not fight or physically train a Ganeswolf like a normal wolf would train. Most of her training is completed in the dream state. The learning of how to use the power he has been gifted. A normal were-wolf has a powerful sense of smell and hearing. No other being could compare. If you wanted to hide from a were-wolf it would take magic to help you hide. Logan said as a Ganeswolf he could cross boundaries and never be detected. His scent was not a scent of his own. His wolf took on the scent of its surroundings. I learned that if I was under his protection he and Tegan would make sure that I  was cloaked with the same protection power. It wasn't a spell. It was a protective measure the Moon Goddess had gifted him after he was injured. He didn't belong to any pack. Yet, he could mind link any were-wolf. That ability was usually limited only to members of a pack. Even Alphas could not mind-link out side of their own pack, I could see the usefulness of both of those abilities as he was sent out on various missions. Not all missions were dangerous. The mission that led him to his mother and I is only a mission that requires him to seek information. In reality it didn't seem like much of a mission.  Logan and I stop for the night at a little ran down shack of a country inn. We were not in a hurry and we wanted to travel discretely. It had been a long day. We were now relaxing. We are in a small town called Cross Creek. The outside looked hundreds of years old. The paint looking like it hadn't been painted since the place was built. The room had double beds made from goose down feathers. The kind that poked you at every turn. You know, the kind you never really got any rest out of. The place was quiet. I slid open the windows to listen to the night. Listening with my were-wolf senses I could tell the creatures hanging out inside the darkened shadows of night. I was grateful that all was quiet. I was able to listen and not sense any dangers lurking nearby. Lone were-wolves away from any pack always drew attention as easy targets. I continued to sit and enjoy the quiet while Logan washed up. Knocking off the dust of travel always made our human side relax more comfortably. Our were-wolf side appreciated our human side relaxing. It was an opportunity for the were-wolf side to be in control. Were-wolves were more alert recognizing our powers were stronger then our human. Our humans made us less a danger to the beings around us and to our own selves as most humans carried a better sense of control. Logan finally finished and sat beside me.  "Blade, um, Father, sorry. This is going to take some getting use to." Logan stated. :What do you know of the Fallon Knife?" I leaned my chair back rocking it thinking. I know that I have heard of it.  "I remember it but not about the tale that surrounds it."  "It's kind of a long tale. I think its important for you to know its story. When the time is right I will tell you why it holds importance for myself, or rather for all of us as its part of my mission."   "Its not a blade that many know of. It was crafted by a trio of witches. These three witches hated all were-wolves. It is said that their Mother was a Fallon witch whos mother had been captured by a were-wolf. The were-wolf had the assistance of another member of the Fallon Witch coven. The other member happened to be her sister. The sisters were the Malz siblings, Shayla and Fynn. The were-wolf had captured and claimed the witch named Fynn. Using her sisters powers he had kept her for three very long years as it was explained to me. Keeping her enslaved by the powers her sister, Shayla had given him.  Shayla had gotten killed and when she died the spell she had casted allowing the were-wolf to trap Fynn had lost any power it held. When the were-wolf lost the power of the spell, Fynn escaped. Legend has it that when she escaped she was pregnant. It wasn't until Fynn went back to her coven that she learned the death of her sister and only at that time uncovered the betrayal her sister committed. Shayla had been in love with her sister Fynn's partner. It is said that she believed if she got her sister out of the way that she could find a way to make Guttinger love her. Shayla had found a rogue were-wolf and cast a spell on him so that he would capture her sister. Knowing that he would take her far away from the coven and the powerful eyes of the rest of their coven. Shayla then focused all of her energy on seducing Guttinger, the sisters partner. Realizing that she could not seduce him she had tried her magic on him. That too was a failure as Guttinger was a more powerful Warlock than she was a witch so her magic had no effect on him.   Not to long after Fynn returned she realized that she was pregnant.  Guttinger rejected her after learning that she was pregnant by the were-wolf that was her captor. He had demanded that she get rid of the pregnancy and she had refused. She had already felt the power coming from her womb and her dreams at night showed her visions from her children's future. Where as most witches only had one offspring per pregnancy she  found herself with a set of triplets. Guttinger being angered that she chose the bastard children of a werewolf over him and had decided to get rid of the pregnancy himself. He attacked Shayla one night with a dagger with the intent of ending the pregnancy. Unaware that Shayla's fetuses were already strong he had not expected the fetuses to defend themselves. It was unheard of that a fetus held that kind of power. Most witches learned their craft after years of hard studies. Upon maturity they gained their witching spirit. He didn't anticipate that along with the fetuses' fighting back that they would ensure that he would never be a threat to them again. Guttinger was sucked inside the dagger that he carried. The dagger was then berried deep with in the Earth. The triplets grew into very strong and gifted set of  witches. Life went on and Guttinger was long forgotten.  The problem is that Guttinger never truly went away. Somehow the dagger has been unearthed. We have learned that the dagger carries a curse placed on it by Guttinger. He must have placed it on the dagger during his last moments before being imprisoned by it. The Moon Goddess has informed me that Guttinger has been spotted at the site of a recent killing. One of the survivors at the incident heard Guttinger tell the victim that when he reached the other side to tell his grandmother that he said hello.   The survivor was friend to the victim. They were walking home from Night of the Dark. This is a yearly event where the young witches and warlocks use their magic to scare each other in the forest. Usually late teen and young adult age groups go. It has rules for harmless pranks that they pull on one another. One of my favorite stories is where one of the witches had placed a bowl of fruit next to one of the young warlocks flirting with her sister. She had cast a transformation spell of each piece of fruit. She said each fruit was a different animal. After the warlock picked the apple and bit into it the sister had mind linked the other sister laughing and oinking. Soon there after the warlock she was talking to was on all fours oinking at her. All fours was really all fours she had turned him into a pig.   Somehow Guttinger has been released from his prison. No one knows as of yet how this has happened.  Indy the wolf that I am hunting is one of his descendants. She has been missing for years. It is said that she has been killed. The Moon Goddess wants to know if its true and why. There a few tales that surround Indy's name but no one knows if any of the tells hold any truth to them. Indy is a mixed breed. She could have been killed or hidden by either side. I need to find out the truth of her story. It is said the her daughter holds the key to uniting the werewolf and the witches as she is the next high priestess of the witches.