Title: Learning To Live (liable to change) [Chapter 1]
Rating: ...nothing explicit.
Disclaimer: You can try and sue me, but I don't really have anything of worth.
Word count: roughly 3600.
Extended Summary: It was 15 years ago when the humans attacked the supernatural village hidden deep within the Lima woods; a small step in a hateful crusade to purge the world of 'unnatural' creatures, and those who side by them. When events threaten to repeat, it becomes clear that The Fates are far from finished with them, bringing unforeseen changes to their lives. Perhaps the real destiny is not the event itself, but the people it involves.

This may seem long, it may seem complicated, and about half way through the first paragraph you may be bored, but stick it out; it'll be worth it...probably. I can't promise it'll be brilliant quality, my writing isn't the best around, and I haven't a Beta Reader, but it's not too bad- I've seen worse, we've all seen worse. There are quite a few characters, and many I don't care much for, so it'll be obvious as to who has more focus. Let me know what you think, and any ideas you have. If you have any questions, just ask.

Chapter 1

Dantae on wolves

I don't know why I'm writing this, but I suppose, it's so you can try to understand. I hope that you'll read it, after all, is it not the least you can do considering you murdered my family, my friends, my species.

I don't know what you've heard about wolves, or the supernatural, but most of it is probably lies. Very little of the truth reaches the ears of humans now days, that's only partly our fault. You hunt us down, force us to run and hide. So we lie, and scare you, turn the tables. We're not dangerous...ok, we are, but we wouldn't hurt you. We don't attack unless you attack first...most of the time. That applies for all species, not just wolves. Anyway, like I was saying before, I don't know what you've heard about wolves, or as you call us, werewolves, but it's a pack of lies. /unintended pun.

The wolf gene isn't genetic. It's random. Well, maybe not random as such; both your parents could be a supernatural and you could turn out completely human, and sometimes someone with no family history in the supernatural turns out to be one. I suppose you could say it is a gift from The Fates. It's sort of like our religion. You have your Christianity, your Judaism, your whatever else you have; we have The Fates. They know the past, the future, everything. If you have a supernatural gene, whether it be wolf, or witch, or anything else, it is simply because you have a part to play in a special series of events. It doesn't explain why we exist in the first place, but what religion is fully fleshed out anyway? Hey, maybe it's natural.

Being born a supernatural, whilst in normal society would be a curse, in ours it is a blessing. It makes you special, better, superior. Even if you are born simply human you are still classed as important in our society, everybody is. Being a part of our world, even if it isn't a part of you, makes you important, and give you a role to play. Being a part of something special makes you special. Those with a superiority complex should search out supernaturals, I'm sure they would benefit. /sarcasm.

What does it really mean to be a wolf? Well it simply means you have the ability to shift between your wolf form and human form, born human of course. I'm not sure what happens if you give birth in wolf form, it hasn't been documented as far as I'm aware. If it ever happens, The Fates will know.

Wolves aren't controlled by the moon, as so much fiction seems to say. Fact is, the only truth to it is the significance of the full moon- and even then it is greatly exaggerated. The night of a full moon is the only time you can attempt to turn another, notice how I say attempt. They have to be your mate, and even then it is still likely to fail; call it The Fates way of saying you made the wrong choice. Few even attempt it for that reason.

Morphing isn't a painful process, and despite what you may believe, the clothing stays...well, actually, it disappears in transformation, and appears when morphing back to human form. Don't ask me where it goes; I don't think we'll ever get to know. There was an explanation once, but it has long since been lost in translation.

Another truth hidden amongst the lies is that wolves are pack animals, and they are headed by an alpha. Of course there are two types of alphas; alpha wolves, and those that are chosen. Alpha wolves are what you could call elite. They are rare, incredibly so, and they will always head the pack. However, like I said, alpha wolves are rare, and so a pack will pick an alpha, who would act as head of the pack. That wolf would be head of the pack until challenged or an alpha wolf joins them. The thing about alpha wolves though, is that there can only be one. An alpha wolf will always be the leader of the pack, never before has there been an instance whereby two alphas co-exist.

Alphas can choose betas. Betas are, technically, second in commands. In reality, they're much more than that. An alpha can't simply choose a beta; the wolf has to choose to want to be a beta back. Once a beta for that wolf, they become destined to protect them with their lives. It's a promise woven between their souls. Complicated right? There is no limit to how many betas an alpha can have, but when being a beta is a symbol of power in the pack, it doesn't pay to have too many.

As an alpha, besides running the pack, they're just normal wolves. An alpha wolf however, is, like I said, elite. They are powerful, they're beautiful, and they've abilities many would kill for. An alpha wolf can sense the emotions, and hear the thoughts of those important to them. Their betas, their family, their soulmates. FYI, all wolves can communicate telepathically, but talking to someone, and hearing their thoughts are two different things. It's a difficult concept to grasp if you aren't affected by it.

What else? Ah, how about mates. I believe the term 'soulmates' is more specific.

Every wolf has a soulmate, I believe we are one of the few species that do. Unlike what you may believe, we do not have to be with our soulmate - many never even find theirs. As such, we are able to choose our soulmate...sort of. Usually a wolf never finds their soulmate, or to my experience anyway, and so they choose one for themselves. They choose to be with that person, and unless their real soulmate turns up, they can live happily as if they were the ones bound together by The Fates. However, sometimes their real soulmates do turn up. Even if they do, you still don't have to be with them, and can stay with your chosen mate, without much difference to your life. Don't get me wrong, being with your real soulmate is better, in every sense of the word - and you can't miss what you never had, but that curiosity is strong and a piece of you will always be missing otherwise. Most are lucky in the sense that they can't feel that missing part of them, but the more powerful you are, the more you are likely to feel the empty space in your soul. It all depends on the person really, as to whether they choose their chosen, or the one they are fated to. Because of this, we don't dare judge others for what they choose.

A lot of us go through life without problems, we live a normal life, we live a happy life, and that is that. For others, not so much...

The Fates on the Lima Colony:

In Ohio, America, sits a large forest, Lima. Unknown to everyone, except those looking, within Lima sits a small village. You can hardly call it a village though; nowadays it sports only 10 functioning buildings. The total population sits at less than 40, 37 to be precise, and only 16 of those are adults; the rest are merely teenagers. Despite the few buildings, the ones that sit there are large, and all the buildings surround a dusty road that leads through the forest. A wooden fence sits around the village, marking a perimeter, with older uninhabited and unused buildings outside said perimeter. The only section of the fence which is tall enough to keep anything out, or in, is the section surrounding 'the dorms'; the largest building, located at the end of the road. 'The dorms' have many rooms. Upon the top floor sits rooms for living, among the bottom, rooms for storage; and it is used as such.

On the left of the road sits the Tanaka & Beiste residence, the hunters. All meat is stored here, a butchers if you will. Then there is the Pillsbury residence, where they store basic food products. Then there is the clinic, where all medical supplies are stored and any procedures are performed. The brig is past that, where confinement spaces are held and weapons are kept. Finally there is an large open space where any and all vehicles, building supplies and the likes are kept. On the right of the road, going back up towards the dorms is the 'garage' opposite the open space. It's often referred to as the Hummel-Hudson household. It also houses various electrical and 'hardware' items. Then there is the bar, the Fabray residence, the Chang residence, and finally the Berry farm, where all crops are grown and animals are kept.

There aren't really any specific jobs as such in the village, people just do what they can, and when stores are full- and there are no worries for food, then days are spent enjoying the sun and sitting around. Certain villagers have their own roles, but they are all unofficial. Howell and Chang sr. are the only ones with medical knowledge, and the Berry's work the land and tend to the animals. Hummel and Fabray work to keep the place running and safe, whilst Tanaka and Beiste keep the freezers full. Best friends Shuester and Holliday have been unofficial leaders for the past 5 years, after the previous [literal] Alpha male, Dantae Lopez, finally passed, expressing his desire to leave the village in their capable hands. His story however, isn't quite over.

The village holds 4 adult wolves, and 10 younger, 4 adult witches, and 4 young witches, as well as one who holds both the powers of a wolf and a witch; also a single Dhamphyr.

Any supplies required are delivered every 3 months by a fellow witch, Sandy Ryerson. The village runs well, considering what happened a mere 15 years ago.

The village was attacked by humans, expressing their hatred of the supernatural. Many died, and many buildings burnt to the ground. But now, 15 years ago exactly, they would never guess people would try again. They assumed that was their part to play, they always assume wrong. It'll be interesting to watch how this plays out.

Chapter 1

Sitting on the steps in front of his home, Will Shuester sighs contently, looking out over his view as the afternoon sun blankets him in warmth. At only 1 or so, the sun sits fairly high in the sky, and most people sit in the shade of the buildings. The only other adults in sight are that of Russell Fabray and Holly Holliday. Russell sits on his porch, carving away at what appears to be a rocking chair. Wills best friend, and partner in crime, Holly, sits a few steps away, on a bench, with her younger sister Brittany, as they play with the cat. Lord Tubbington is a chubby cat, but despite that, he is an active and playful fellow. Charity, his sister, sits contently on the bench beside Brittany, happily watching her brother chase after the stone Holly has whizzing about.

Laughter and splashes could be heard in the distance, the pool behind the garage. Will could detect several distinct voices, Rachel, Kurt, Jesse, but the rest just melded together. Looking to the left he could make out the forms of the four oldest teens, Josh, Dave, Azimio and Shane, sitting by the wall of the 'bakery'. They tossed a football between them. Will allowed a smile to grace his face, these were good times. Food was plentiful, and already the stores were full enough to feed them for another year or two, whereas the few years after the incident, they had barely enough to feed the people on a day to day basis, and getting through the winter terrified them. Now as winter approached, it was viewed differently, a time for relaxing, with little to no work needed. Perhaps it would snow, that would be fun, he mused briefly.

His thoughts drifted back to the incident, the fire, the slaughter. They had come in the night and set alight the homes, shouting, screaming, and pulling people from their sleep, murdering them in cold blood. Shots were fired, and knives glinted in the moonlight, no one had seen it coming. So many lives were lost, the village which had held 300, now was not even a seventh of its original population, but many are young. He feels sorrowful as he tries to remember a time before that, drawing little memories. He tries to remember those they lost, but there were too many, any he was close to survived. He only really remembers two memories from before the attack, the first being of Sue Sylvester warning them that something like that may happen- it's painful to know that she was right, and was ignored. He understands why though, they had no reason to be wary, and Sue was young, she was violent, of course she would jump to those conclusions. Sue was a witch, he just about remembers.

The other is of their great leader, Dantae Lopez. In specific, he remembers his daughter, the one Dantae rarely parted with, the beautiful little girl with dark hair and beautiful deep eyes, and the reason Dantae became so broken after the attack. Dantae had always treated him like a son, and after the attack, he was all he had. Will remembers the smile Dantae had whenever his daughter was near, and how he never saw that smile again. They had watched as the monsters grabbed his wife, slicing her neck. His daughter had been nowhere to be seen, there was never a body to explain what happened to his daughter, and up until his dying day, Will is sure that he had held the hope that she had survived.

A third memory sprung to mind as he thought of the fight. Will remembers spinning around, as Dantae screamed out for his daughter, and watching Sue Sylvester run, box in hand. Will had followed her to the edge of the houses, and called out to her as she ran towards the forest. She had only "I told you so" to say, and never had he pondered as to what she may have held in the box, he had assumed it was belongings.

Will was drawn from his journey through his mind as a familiar voice snapped at him. "Will...Will! Will, for goodness sake." Holly had sprung up the moment she spotted the figure, and leapt the few paces which separated the two, dragging her sister behind her. She shook him out of his daze, frustrated, she could almost feel the woman smirk from behind her. "What" Will asked, brows furrowed, until his eyes met a long familiar sight. So much for it being a peaceful day.

The towering figure of Sue Sylvester stood at the entrance to the village, and Will found himself standing up, taking a few steps towards her. "What...Where..." He found himself at a loss for words, not knowing what to say, he simply took in her appearance. Her once long hair was now short and shaggy, roughly cut. She wore a dark tracksuit, she had always worn those. She looked older, understandably so, and she looked so unbelievably smug.

"So I hear that you two bozos are in charge of the village now, I can't say I'm surprised. Ashamed, disappointed, disgusted, but not surprised." At the silence she receives, Sue continues to speak, all whilst slowly edging forward. "You know, if people had listened to me, and used my ideas, everything could have been avoided." Will straightens his back, narrowing his eyes. "What do you want Sue? Why are you back, why now?" His voice excels confidence, mixed with confusion. Sue just continues to rattle on about how they should have listened to her all those years ago, before Holly interrupts her. "You weren't wrong Sue, but your ideas were. You wanted to train us to be killers; you can't blame Dantae for wanting better for his daughter and his people." Sue lets out a laugh, "I'm here because they are going to attack again, in fact, they are driving through the forest as we speak. In less than an hour, they will be here, with their guns, and ready to wipe the rest of you out."

Their eyes widen, and Brittany, who stands slightly behind Holly just bites her lip, as she attempts to understand what is going on, racking her brain for anything she has been told about the incident, and before. Russell, whose attention has been peaked at the conversation, now stood, hands on the rails of his front porch, watching and ready to intervene if necessary. "Why are you telling us Sue?" Will asks, his voice soft, appreciative. Her face softens a moment, then hardens as she speaks, "because this was my home, these were my people...and I need to prove to you that I was right, that my methods, my ideas, were brilliant and that they should have been used." "What..." both Will and Holly exclaim; worried as to what she may be implying. She smirks, and draws a hand to her mouth, letting out a whistle.

3 wolves skulk into sight from the woods, coming to stand in front of her. From what Holly could tell, the one in the middle was female; the two to the side were males. The female was a dirty blonde colour, with light brown patches on her paws and left ear. The one to her right was also dirty blonde, with a light brown tail and chest. The one to the left was a brown or neither light nor dark, with a black strip along his back, it stretched nose to tail. The striped male was the biggest, clearly the strongest.

"Sue...Explain Yourself!" Will shouted to her, gaining the attention of the 4 boys who had been tossing the football further back, as well as others, who looked out of windows and doorways to see what had disrupted the silence. Russell walked forward, off the porch, holding his hand up in signal to his wife, telling her to stay put. Brittany stood next to her sister, grasping her arm, unsure what to do. Holly looked down to her and took her hand in comfort.

"What's to explain William, I told you, and I needed to prove my ideas. In the chaos, I took initiative, I picked up several of the young ones and I took them away, I took them to safety and raised them. I raised them they way they should have been raised." "You mean you..." "Oh yes, see, I raised them as wolves. These aren't my greatest achievement though, oh no, see these 3 are familiar with their human side. I have a fourth, a secret weapon, and she is perfect. Never been in human form since I took her, the perfect line of defence." Everyone listening was horrified at those words.

"Sue, how could you! Not only do you kidnap, 4 children, allowing their families to think they are dead, but this...what you've done, this is abuse!" Holly yells. "I saved them!" Sue yells back. "Where is the fourth Sue" Will asks calmly, full of anger, but realising that letting it show would do no good. She smirks at him, "she's a force to be reckoned with, and I will happily call her, but don't piss her off, I won't be held accountable for her actions."

Will begins to walk towards her when he hears a shout behind him. "Wait, look what I found" Russell calls. Looking back, I can see he holds a young wolf by the scruff of its neck. "This isn't ours" he says, throwing a look towards Sue. Looking back at her, he goes to open his mouth, but hesitates when he notices the expression she holds. She mutters something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like 'oh dear'. Before he can speak, he is forced to spin on heel at the sound of a strangled cry.

Russell is on the ground, a wolf of the darkest shade above him. Teeth bared, and a growl that shakes them all to the core. Will is briefly aware of some of the teens preparing to fight, their wolf forms ready to spring into action the moment the midnight one moves. "Stop!" He says, stepping back. The blonde baby twists its way out of Russell's grip and scampers off towards Sue and the other 3. Once it reaches them, the other wolf jumps off and joins its comrades. Even if you've never seen an alpha wolf before, there is no mistaking one when you do. You look at them and know. Will had seen an alpha before however, 2 in fact, and that is why he knows that if there is one thing you should never do, it is to anger them, and if they are feral, then it is nothing more than a death sentence.

Will wants to shout, he wants to scream, he wants to punish Sue for every moment of torture that she has put these children through for the past 15 years. Most importantly, he wants to know whose children he had ripped from the community. But he doesn't get a word out before the sound of trucks and loud voices are heard in the distance. Fear washes over him as he realises that Sue hadn't been lying. For a moment, everything slows as the trucks pull up to the gate and stop, and then, chaos.

Everybody runs for cover. Humans dart into buildings. Wolves shift.