JOLENE
My name is Jolene, and I am a wolf, an almost white werewolf with a black right front leg. Who my mom or dads were, I never knew, so I grown up at a foster care home with a few others werewolf. It wasn’t great, but it was not like we didn’t have what we needed to survive. Luckily, I was one of them how knew it all my life. Not one of the pours souls who only found out at their first shift, that must have been terrible. I still remember my first shift – it hurt like hell. The first clear moon after your 16 years birthday was the night you would change. We weren’t quite sure about my exact birthday, so I was a pure nerve wreck in a week until I finally changed. The foster parents were also werewolves, so they helped us through the many shifts, until we were finally 18 and could move out. When I was 5, Jeremy joined the home, and we instant became best friends. He was 1 years older than I, so he quickly became my protector. His parents died in a traffic accident, he didn’t know any more than that. He remembered nothing from his life before, just like someone just deleted the lift before, so we never talked about it. We did everything together. We were home schooled, it wasn’t bad, but it was not good either. Jeremy and I often went to the library in the city to learn more. Jeremy was a real brainly, and he made me join him. “You can never be too smart” he always said.
We always knew that time would take us apart. The one year he was older than me meant that we would be separated soon. He dreamed about finding a mate and joining a pack. Settle down and enjoy being a wolf with a pack with all the benefits. I dreamed about freedom, no rules, no commitment and just doing what I wanted. I need to be free and try to enjoy my life, find out who I truly was.
That thought kept crushing my heart. I loved that guy to the moon and back. He had saved my life more times than I can count – and I am pretty good to math. I knew that if I asked him to leave with me, he would do it in a heartbeat, and he knew I would stay if he asked. Therefor none of us ever asked, our love for each other was just too big to destroy each other’s dream.
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We grew up in the Green Forest cliff termitarium. The Alfas’ name was Steven, an older werewolf. He was always nice to us, but he was also clear that we only could stay until we became 18, then we would have to choose to become a pack member or leave the packs’ territory. If you were sure, you would be able to join sooner, but I had always been sure that I would move on. Jer had considered it many times. I needed to get the hell out of there. We had to follow all these rules, but we were also allowed to join their different kinds of training. That was the only good thing about having a pack. Their training sessions were epic. I learned all kinds of combat training as a human but also as a wolf. Jer always joined, he was a badass, but he was sure that a real fight could be stopped if you just used your brain and not you fist. His wolf was stronger than his age, but actually a real softie, his name was Jerry. He was the brainy and I was the fighter.
I was allowed to spare with some of “the bad wolf” or at least it was they called themselves. They were a few years older than me, and I got my ass kicked a lot, but I trained harder, pushed my wolf to the limit and ended up beating their sorry asses! I ended up being one of the best to combat, melee attacks, scouts because my noise was epic I would sniff everything from a mile away – easily. I was also one of the fastest runners, but that was because it was my timeout. Joy would take over and my brain would be able to slow down.
My wolf Joy is epic. When we decide to do anything, we will manage by supporting each other and give everything we have. Joy was a big she-wolf, she was all white, except her right front leg, it was pure black, sometimes I would even say almost blueish. She was pretty and I was so proud that she was my wolf.
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When Jer turned 18, he left to try out the pack life with Green Forest Cliff pack. I was a year younger so that meant that he was close, which I loved.
Within a month he found his mate. The first party with a few other members from other packs gathered to get drunk in the middle of the forest. It was “mate” at the first sight. He was so love drunk. He wouldn’t stop talking about her. I must admit, she is amazing. They decided that he would join her pack. Her father was the Alfa of the White Mountain pack. A stunning place, I visited them a few times. I was so happy for him. They were the perfect couple. Jeremy was a charming guy. Don’t ever let him know I said that. He was tall, muscular, blue eyes and semi blond hair. Katie his mate wasn’t that tall, a lot of curves (so pretty and sexy), blue eyes and blond hair. They were absolutely stunning together.
But it also meant that I was alone, waiting a few months to be allowed to move out of the foster care house. I wouldn’t join Jeremy; I had to leave and move on. I had to visit the world around me.
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There are different kinds of werewolves.
-The one and a pack, with an Alfa and a Beta and a whole lot of rules.
-The rouges, which was the one how had been in a pack and somehow got in big trouble, so they were either kicked out of the pack or ran away. Stay away from them!
-The movers, they moved around on different pack grounds and worked. They need to have the acceptance of Alfa to stay on their territory, but didn’t have the protection or the rules to follow.
-The loners, only one or a few wolves running together, often staying far away from the pack termitarium and just going under the radar.
I would be a mover. I had no plan to sticking around anywhere for long. First, I thought that I was searching for my family, maybe my mate? But after years on the road, I realized that I was trying to find myself.
