Wolf Siren here!
Hope some of you missed me, as I have a lot to tell you all.
Today was my first class, and boy is it hard. We do two classes a day- lycanthrope history and the then its shapeshifting.
For those of us who ‘want‘ to be bitten, we’re introduced to our pack-mates…while they are animals.
I can tell you now, there’s nothing scarier than having a mean-looking wolf on steroids sniffing over your body. And those eyes. It makes me shudder now to think about it. The shift isn’t as easy as it seemed whenever I’d seen it happen on the street.
Those wolves seemed to step out from a human skin, but when…let’s just call him Red…shifted, he shrieked like a banshee.
His bones cracked and skin tore like damp tissue paper before a rather red-coated monster collapsed panting. Even for a youngster, he was huge, his head coming up to my waist. As the only human in the group, it was just my luck for him to fixate those golden eyes with a human spark of intelligence backed by wolf-cunning on me.
I backed away, hands out like I was offering him a treat (and boy, did I feel stupid…I mean…that’s like the fake Red Riding Hood story the ‘wolves thought up to get their kin pitied for human-eating activities) and I could have sworn he laughed at me.
There must have been something wrong with me…I picked up a rock and threw it at him, even though everything inside me screamed not to. He stumbled back when it cracked off his ribs, before pouncing at me.
I screamed then, like a little girl. This burly wolf jumps at me, his slavering jaws just mere inches from my face…and the bloody fool licked me. I kinda lost my fear of him then, though when shrieks echoed around me and those I tentatively knew underwent their own pained shift…Red stayed against me protectively.
Something called to them, dragged the attention of the wolves from me to the wilds of the academy. As one, with a low, eerie call, they took off. I wrapped my arms around my knees and rocked back and forth, even when a single call seemed to seek me out.
I didn’t see them again until it was time for ‘history’ and even then, I averted my eyes from them. I’d seen them as they were meant to be seen and it chilled me, sent a shudder down my spine.
But did you know that lycanthropes are highly religious? Well I certainly didn’t, for all those that are nodding their heads.
Apparently, a line of humans were blessed with the power to take to a wolf form- ostensibly to protect humans from *gulp* vampires. It made me shudder. Werewolves…yes. I could accept that, I had to. I’d felt the brush of fur and watched in horrified fascination as one of my ‘pack’ shifted painfully. But vampires? Blood-sucking half-demon, cursed to deal death…to people like me.
I didn’t listen throughout that lesson, I’m afraid. It was too scary; I thought of the disappearances and how the packs that roamed the streets had doubled in size and it made me feel sick…
Until all I knew was blackness.
When I woke up, I was stifling hot, grumbling and hitting out at the dogs which covered me. It was only when a tongue sleepily lapped at my chin that I paused. I had no dogs. My mother was allergic. I was too afraid to open my eyes, but a familiar voice rumbled out from beside me.
“They wouldn’t leave you, Miss. Siren. They were adamant that they’d be here when you woke up, but wanted you to feel the safety of the pack; so they took it upon themselves, I might add, to take wolf form so you were protected.”
Oh god, oh god. The headmaster was there. I stayed mute, shifting myself a little before growling as wolfishly as I could and thumping them on the shoulder. The lighter wolf, almost white in the cold light, I nicknamed there and then as Silver, and I remembered the only one with that hue of hair was female.
Just my luck that the other one was Red, and he prevented me from hitting him again by seizing my hand in his teeth.
Suffice to say, I hesitated. My eyes met with Red’s and I heard the headmaster move away, seemingly amused by our dominance battle.
I wasn’t allowed out that night, and guess what? As I write this, Red is sleeping on my feet, like an overgrown Chihuahua.