I’m back!

Wolf Siren here!

I’m sorry all my wonderful fans have been devoid of my company, but there has been a lot going on…

For a start, I went on my first (and hopefully last) camping trip.

I’ve never hated sleeping somewhere so much. My tent was cramped with the musty-furred bodies of my ‘pack’ and they snore something awful. We were away for a week, and the only things to change about me are the mosquito bites that now cover my legs and the fact that I have enough bags beneath my eyes to provide luggage for everyone who died on the Titanic.

Red and Silver never left me alone, even when it came to ‘hunting’ and boy did I throw up!

I’m not good with blood.

Don’t think I’ve mentioned that before.

Watching as they tore a deer apart…actually…just the thought…excuse me a moment…

Sorry, I’m back. The thought is enough to haunt me.

Red was my ‘loyal steed’ this time, but again he kept trying to nick my skin with his teeth until I booted him in the jaw hard enough for his teeth to crunch together.

Didn’t hurt him, though. He laughed at me.


He’s now banned from my room for a week after dumping me in a stream.

And now, I’m not entirely caught up with you…but I have something to ask.

Has anyone seen Dusky Howler?

I’d love to hear from you again, if you are out here.

How are you doing?

Did you change?

…why didn’t you comment on my last blog?

If you changed…do you feel any differently now?

Howl loudest, howl longest, be the bravest. -Wolf proverb.

Missed you all, wolf-fans!

Wolf Siren



Day…oh who knows?

Wolf Siren here.

Sorry for being so quiet, the wolves are stalkers and rarely am I allowed to sleep alone now.

I have something to admit to you all.

I watched a vampire die today.

Before any of you girls reading this ask…no, they are not like they seem in films.

They look like humans…but no human has that depth of hatred in their eyes, believe me. Dark pools of hatred and a cold fire.

I stared into its eyes and felt myself taken under by the glance…but the wolves saved me.

They brushed past me in silence, and I was left stunned and pale as they tore into the vampire. He didn’t have a chance.

I had jumped as the instructor spoke in my ear, so lost to the almost magical way the wolves looked when they attacked.

“You see, the vampyre has only one real defense- its eyes. As you saw yourself, a human is weak, very weak. You fell into his gaze, and had your pack not rescued you…you would have been drained and left.”

I’d shuddered as the pack flowed back over to me, their mouths bloodied as they flopped themselves around my supine form. I watched the skies for a while…or rather, I watched the moon as that was the thing that dominated my view.

Silver was beside me, and looking at me closely, she had swallowed. Her had coat rippled slightly and I trembled. Her teeth were bared and she took my hand in her mouth, pressing into my flesh without so much as a question…

…and a growled command from Red stopped her from bringing me over in one fell swoop.

I breathed a sigh of relief, I admit. I did not want to be a wolf…or at least, not yet. I was learning to understand wolf…

and no that’s not as fun as it sounds!

Right! Now we’ve had a message from Dusky Howler again!

Hi again, Wolf Siren.

It is but a blessing to have someone to talk to, to trust, and to share my doubts with. But no matter how much you trust them, it can never be enough in certain circumstances. There is always that small amount of doubt in your mind on whether they believe you or not. On whether you are going insane, or not. They say the truth is out there… but what truth are we looking for?

I don’t know if I blacked out or not. I just have no memory of what happened that night, or the few nights after. I found no marks to say I had been bitten, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t. We, of all people, know how fast the werewolf heals. Isn’t it said, that under the power of the full moon, wounds heal faster than the average?

As to your question, I’d love to say yes – take the bite, be a wolf and be free. But it is not so easy now for me to answer you in this way. At least, not until I can trace my movements, or learn the truth of what happened that night. We can tell you take the bite, or not to. But will our answers, our thoughts, persuade you to take it or not?

I’m not saying don’t… but I can’t say do, either.

Dusky Howler.

Dusky Howler

I haven’t heard that phrase, but as the wolves call me…I am a pup now to them. Surely soon you shall know what happens?

I’ve heard of Red and Silver talking about a need for the pack…

For the closeness of the other wolves.

I already feel that way now…and I’ve been here what? Less than two weeks.

Just answer the call in your soul, and remember I am here to talk to you!

I better go, the pack were showering before coming into my room.

Howl loud, everyone!

Wolf Siren


Day Seven: We have company…

Hey all! Wolf Siren here, once again, with some information for you!

Do not, for the love of whatever God you worship, think that garlic will stop a vampire.

They aren’t fooled by that! It takes a wolf pack to hunt the bloodsuckers down and make them pay for all that they do.

When someone goes missing, look for the details.

Busy streets are their favorite places to attack- no one notices it when a man is suddenly clasping the arm of a woman who doesn’t seem to object. Under the cover of darkness, the wolves claim that fear can be easily read as desire and lust.

Vampires, I have to admit, scare the bejeebus out of me. Just reading about them is enough to give me nightmares! And the fact that I missed two days ‘school’ just meant that I had to do two days catching up before I was allowed to join my ‘pack’ once again.

Now, on to my day…did you know that wolves are exercise freaks? No? Well I’ve learned that they are! Annoying, irritating exercise freaks. My ‘physical’ lesson today comprised of running about sixty laps of a four freakin’ mile track!

I was last in, in case you were wonderin’. Humans just aren’t the type to keep up with a four-legged beast, and even though I had help (my new, wolfy friend Silver allowed me to ride on her furry back whenever we were hidden from view) I still ended the run crawling on my belly, with my hands and knees grazed. My top clung to me where I had sweated, dried…and sweated some more. My tongue clung to the roof of my mouth, and when offered water…I downed it and promptly threw up.

Now, though, now I’m curled in bed with my laptop and my two wolf friends. They’re reassuringly warm, and thankfully my bed is just big enough for the three of us- but I had a comment here that…well. It confuses me just a little, but I thought I’d share it with you!

My Dearest Wolf Siren,

I happened to stumble upon your blog by chance, and what a relief it has come to be.

Like you, I must resort to sub posting – passing on information to you through any means I can find. Like you I have been so fortunate that I can count on someone who is sympathetic to my predicament, to our predicament. And as such, she has promised to pass this on to you, and any others that I might have, as faithfully as she can without putting her own life in danger.

I wish to state that I have been humbled thus far by your bravery and reporting standards as you risk life and limb to record your days in the Wolf Academy.  I know how difficult this is for you, and what you risk by putting the word out there.

I may…or may not be one of your fellow students. I cannot reveal the details as my life too will be at risk if I should state by which means I come from

For so long now, I have wanted so badly to be a wolf like them, to be able to run as a unit, to be free under the moon and stars. It is not a yearning that has encountered my being so lightly. I have endured the calling my entire life, yet withheld the urges to risk my life and take the bite to make me one.  But now, I must make a confession.

I fear I have made the wrong choices in life and must repent for them.

I fear the beast that I may become, despite the yearning all my life to be one them. 

You see, I went out looking for the wolf in the shadow of night fall on the worst night possible. 

Under the gazing eyes of the full moon, I stumbled out and prayed upon all prayers that I should become one of them.

I cannot say whether I was bitten or not, but as the new moon approaches, I feel the changes within my body.

I don’t know how, but I know now that I am not the person I once was. I don’t remember much about that night, or several nights after for that matter. It is but a blur in my memories when I try to look back.  

Perhaps in time, it will become clearer to me, that I may know which fate I must embrace in this time of uncertainty.  

If I may, I would very much like to keep correspondence with you, over this, but if you would rather I kept my distance, then I would accept that too.

It’s just… you’re the first… you know… person I’ve encountered who is somewhat like me. 

Whatever you may decide, I will be fine with.


Dusky Howler

Now…I don’t know what to make of this- but Dusky Howler well done for finding someone trustworthy! I understand they are few and far between in this world we have descended to! I’ve not heard of anyone bitten blacking out afterwards…but maybe they don’t want to scare me? Feel free to share what you can remember, and I’ll see if I can help you out.

This is a call out to all wolves, bitten and pure-blooded and humans who want to be wolves. Comment on my blog and we will discuss your issues! I want this to be a friendly place…so I’m posting a question for you all to answer, with reasons to back up your point!

Should I take the bite? 

As always, this is Wolf Siren, heading off to bed with two wolves at my side, and an insatiable urge to find out everything the Academy offers!