Karma

Chapter 1

Raina

Life is a b***h sometimes. One minute you are a seventeen-year-old hybrid werewolf hoping you get your wolf on your eighteenth birthday, which is tomorrow. Then the next thing you know, there’s this big destiny that you had no idea about. Let me tell you how this happened.

We live in the Wayne national forest and come from a line of Cherokee Indians who once inhabited this area. It is said the Great Creator was seeking a clan to use as protectors of the land and its people. Our clan was chosen. The leaders of the clan chose the wolf as their spirit animal and they received the Moon Goddess to oversee their work. That was a long time ago and werewolves now inhabit the entire earth. And worship the Moon Goddess, our Great Luna.

My name is Raina Holt and I am a witch and a werewolf. How is that possible, you ask? My mother Freya comes from a long line of pureblood witches. I have never met anyone from my mother's family or coven. The reason for this is that my father is a werewolf and her family disowned her. Heaven forbid my mother to sully the family line by being mated to a werewolf. Such a tragedy, sarcasm noted. My father is Nash and his family has lived in this area forever.

Tada….now you have me. I am a hybrid, so to speak. Hybrids are not rare in the supernatural world. However, currently, only my witch and side have manifested. And boy was that fun. I had a normal childhood up until I became a teenager. You know those teenage changes. The mood swings were how I found out about my powers. An argument with my mother resulted in a house fire. My anger manifested a flame from a candle jumping into my hand. Needless to say, I panicked and started flinging my hands around, which resulted in me flinging fire around. My mother was able to use her elemental powers to douse the flame. Wooho house saved.

My life changed from that point on. I was taken out of school and homeschooled. Instead of physical training with the rest of the wolves, now I have to train with some of the clan hierarchy or ‘Alpha Unit’. Weston is Alpha’s son and my best friend. Cash is the Beta’s son and Weston's second in command. Sage is Delta's son and Colt is Gamma's son. Then we have Rueger, who is a “Theta’ and the second son of Alpha and Luna. Thetas are stronger than Beta’s. There is no school for someone like me. No train to board, no Hogwarts. This is real life, not fantasy.

My friends call me “Rain”. I’m a Gemini and I am 5”9”. My hair is almost black but has some auburn highlights. I have blue eyes and I am fit and healthy due to all my training. I also own and train horses.

Our clan runs many businesses in the human world and our Alpha manages those funds through investments and employs our clan members. One of those businesses is a sportsman and guide business within the Wayne National Forest. Part of that is an Equine Rescue Group, which is run by our “Alpha Unit”. That is me and my best friends that I train with.

Wes and I organized the Equine Rescue as a way to give back to the “Great Spirit” for all he has blessed our clan with. We not only rescue lost hikers, and/or kids, we rescue the horses we use. My social media is full of rescue groups looking for homes for neglected and abused horses. We give them a second chance in life for the remainder of their lives. The idea to rescue the horses was the result of a dream I had. Although I call it a dream, I didn't actually “see” anything. I just heard “the name of your next horse will be TinMan”. I’ll talk about this more later.

Alright, back to that wolf. I am hoping to get one on my eighteenth birthday. Most get their wolves at sixteen. I did not. Sometimes, wolves can be “late bloomers” and get their wolves at eighteen. Why do I want a wolf? I want to finally fit in here. As a witch, you aren't truly a pack member. You can't “mind-link” with the other clan members. You are unable to go on clan runs. I just want that one chance to belong. Even though our clan does treat everyone the same and my family loves me no matter what. I am the odd man out. So I want that inclusion. Yeah, I probably should see a therapist about my mom's family's abandonment of us. Nope, not gonna happen.