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Chapter 1: Freak

Lily's POV

I am a freak. There really is no other way to put it. I have been called a freak of nature by my peers all of my life. Ever since I was very little I always knew that I was different.

I was adopted when I was two years old. According to my mother the people at the orphanage had told her that I had just been abandoned there. Nobody ever once saw the person who left me there. Nobody ever knew who my biological parents were.

It was heartbreaking for me. I had been abandoned by own family. Why? Who abandon a two-year-old? I know that two year olds are well known for temper tantrums and behavior problems, but had I really been that bad that my own parents would just simply give up on me?

Was I really bad enough to make my own family stop loving me? It had to have been that because I could see no other explanation to being dumped at an orphanage at the age of two.

I had two very loving parents but no matter what I still could not shake that feeling of abandonment. I wanted answers. I wanted to know why I had been abandoned.

At school the other kids always teased me and made fun of me just because I wasn't like all the other girls. I wasn't exactly what you would call a girly-girl and I saw nothing wrong with that. The problem is that most other girls did. Well most of the other girls my age played with dolls and played dress up I enjoyed playing sports and video games with my brother Josh and his friends. Even they thought I was weird at first but they eventually got over it and accepted me as part of the group.

I also had an odd fascination with wolves. Ever since I could remember I have always loved wolves. They were my favorite animal. I would buy books about wolves. Watch nature documentaries about wolves. I would actually draw and paint wolves. Painting and drawing is another hobby of mine. I could literally spend hours at the zoo just watching and studying wolves. I just thought that they were fascinating creatures. I had a connection to wolves that I didn't understand. A connection that I would not understand until I was much older. Even now I still don't completely understand it. To be honest I don't think I ever will.

I was about eight years old when I first noticed that I had an abnormally strong sense of smell. I could smell anything and I really do mean anything. I could easily smell what all of the neighbors were having for dinner. No, it goes even further then that, I could smell all of the ingredients in the food that they were eating. It was weird. Really weird. Nobody really believed me at first. They thought that I was just making things up well until something happened. A little kid had gone missing. A kid that I happened to know pretty well. Therefore I knew his scent well. I was able to successfully track his scent and find him.

I did it over and over again. The police would be looking for someone and I would track that person's scent and find them. My nose was powerful then any dog's nose. I never failed to track a scent before. They would have me track missing people and criminals. My dad was a police officer on the force so I would often go to work with him on these kinds of cases. It was actually really cool and lot of fun for me. Once I found a criminal though I never saw what happened after that. I was usually forced to leave for my own safety.

A couple of months ago my life changed once again. I started to go through several intense changes. Sudden growth spurt, increase in appetite, body temperature that went through the roof. Then there was the anger issues that seemed to come out of nowhere. Then it happened. I had a huge argument with my adoptive parents about all of my unusual behavior. I stormed out of the house and ran off into the nearby woods. My brother was the one that went after me. I could tell that he was just worried about me. I was trembling so hard that I could not even walk a straight line. I just felt so much rage inside of me. Then suddenly I exploded. I knew something strange had just happened when I was suddenly standing on all fours at about three times my normal height, and growling like some sort of ferocious animal. I ran at an incredible speed through the forest and stopped when I saw my reflection in a pond. I freaked out when a large white wolf looked back at me.

At that time I didn't understand anything at all, I still don't understand anything at all actually. Growing up, I had always been strange. I always felt different than everybody else around me. I knew that I was different, and now I had my suspicions confirmed. My brother is the only one that knew my secret since he actually witnessed my transformation. He loves me enough that he keeps this secret for me. Actually he doesn't seem to think that it is weird at all. Sometimes I think that he is jealous of me. Not that he would ever admit that in a million years. But somehow I can still tell.

Now I was able to at least sort of understand my odd fascination with wolves. The odd connection that I had always felt that I had with wolves. It made some sort of sense now. Sort of. I don't know. I didn't think that this was something that could ever be fully understood. What I also didn't understand is why this happened to me in the first place. Why me of all people? What made me so special?

I was currently lying on the forest floor as my wolf self. I didn't have anything to do today. Both mom and dad were at work and my brother was at a basketball tournament. I still didn't have any friends because most other girls my age still thought that I was weird for not being into girly things like shopping, painting my nails, going to parties, and talking about boys. Honestly boys were the last thing on my mind. I'm not gay if that is what you're thinking. I just have a lot going on right now.

I stood up and growled defensively when I heard something moving behind the bushes. From that god-awful stench alone I knew that it was a member of the Denali clan. The weird family that had moved here about six months ago. Jesus what made them smell so horrible?! Their scent was so sickly sweet. Emphasis on the 'sickly' part. There was also something about them that just made me nervous. I didn't know what it was though.

I relaxed again when I was sure that they were gone. Then I heard a noise in the distance. I got up and started running toward it. As I got closer I realized that it was a baby crying. A few seconds later I found the baby. That's all it took me to run a few miles. Just a few seconds.

It was a small crying baby boy. It was a newborn baby boy. He looked like he was less then a day old and somehow had just abandoned him there. I was saddened by the fact that someone would just dump a baby like this. Abandoned just like me. I walked over to him and looked him in the eyes. What happened next was something that I didn't understand at all. Heat flooded through me. It was the strongest thing that I had ever felt. It was a glowing heat. Everything inside me came undone as I stared at the crying baby boy on the floor. Everything that made me who I was sliced apart in swift cuts. My love for my parents, the love I had for my brother, my family, everything. But I was not left drifting. A new string held me where I was. Not one, but a million. And not strings but steel cables that all tied me to the this small baby.

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