AN: This is my first faberry story. Well actually my first story ever. I have this insane infatuation with wolves and werewolves. I just hope y'all enjoy this and please review and let me know on what you think. I value all opinions. Thank you :)
***Disclaimer*** I do not own Glee. If I did, it'd be completely different. Also, whatever songs I use in this I do not own.
Waking up in a concrete foundation I find myself in the middle of the woods. Standing up memories of last night come rushing back to me. The pain of my bones breaking into their new position for the first time. The smells of sweat at first, then the dirt and woods come back to me. The sounds of pained screams and labored breathing. The view of my cousin, Brittany, looking at me as I did her, watching each other go through the same pain. My mom and aunt in their form, the look of sadness and their own pain in their eyes as we were transforming for the first time. Our first full moon, my first full moon, since coming of age. I am now a werewolf just like most of my family.
Now here I am, sixteen-years-old, naked in the middle of my foundation, pondering my next move. 'I need to get home,' I think. 'I knew I should've brought clothes out here. Honestly how dumb can you get Q? You knew what was coming and where you'd end up,' I continue berating myself angrily. Out of nowhere I see red and feel heat shoot down my spine. I begin trembling, and when I'm finally able to look down, my hands are shaking so fast that they're blurs. I start to fall to my knees, but before they can hit the hard ground I'm on four paws. I close my hazel eyes, take a deep breath, then open them and look down. Before me are two giant white paws. My right lip pulls up a bit to show some of my teeth in what a crooked smile would look like in my human form. I stretch out all my muscles, before taking off towards home.
'Quinn! What are you doing back in form so soon? Couldn't stay away long from the fluffliness, huh?' I hear my mom joking. She must have switched to see if I was alright.
'Ha Ha no! I just got incredibly ticked off at myself for not bringing clothes to where I'd wake up,' I send back. 'The fluffiness of the fur is nice too though,' I admit.
My mom, chuckling, replies, 'Quinnie, we both know you've never had a problem with controlling your anger before, but it's different now. You're gonna get angry more easily for awhile before the hormones settle into place. Plus,' my mom continues, 'like everyone says, and you hate to admit, you're exactly like me.' I sigh not knowing what she meant, she could be so cryptic sometimes.
'I know Mom. I promise I'll work on it. I even pinky promise.' I giggle remembering when she first taught me about the most sacred of all promises and deals. "Remember Lucy if you break a pinky promise the one you made it with gets to break your pinky." I had been terrified when she said that, even though I know better now. Especially since I tried breaking Brittany's pinky when we were kids and I got in massive trouble; plus a busted lip from Santana. The pinky promise was still more holding to us then anything.
'Oh and Momma?' I questioned before she could end the connection.
'Hmm?'
'Being just like you isn't as much of a downside as I thought,' I answer with a smile in my mind's eye. She sends me an image of her smiling back and I think I felt a wave of gratitude hit me hard before she switches back. I knew how much that meant to her, and that made what I said even more meaningful. I still had a few miles to go even at the fast paced jog I was going, so I let my mind wander. I think back to my childhood, my mom, our bond, our past fight, and how I became the way I am.
My mom and I had been close when I was kid for awhile. Even as a baby she was my first choice when I was fussy. She had such a calm atmosphere around her, unless she reached her limit then she was completely frightening, but it was a side I rarely saw. She hated conflict, but when it arose so did she, especially when it involved me. I admired my mother for everything she was; strong, courageous, and loving were her biggest and best attributes. Whenever someone said I looked and acted just like my mother, I'd get the brightest smile on my face, even more when the people closest to her said it.
We both have the same gold hair and fair skin. She and I also share the same hazel eyes that glow gold when we'e angry. But mine held the gold floating in there all the time, like I was always in a silent rage. My aunt and mom always teased me that it was just a matter of time before it consumed me. It then became a running joke, until one day I nearly self combusted.
I was seven years old. My mother and I had been living with her sister for the past five years, because my father had kicked us out, we've lived there ever since. After awhile of staying at my Aunt Renee's, Mom started pulling away and started to drink heavily the way she did before I was born. When I was six she disappeared into thin air. Being a momma's girl, this had been the worse thing that ever happened to me. Sure, my father had already left, but that was nothing compared to this. I had folded into myself, my eyes had dimmed so much it looked like the life had been sucked right out of me.
She was gone for months, close to a year, returning the summer after my seventh birthday. The family had all gathered for my Granny's sixty-fifth birthday. A few hours had passed since I got there, when I heard her backdoor open. Standing there was my mom, drunk and unclean, but nonetheless it was her. At first I couldn't believe my eyes. Then I saw my smile flash back at me on her face and I knew it was her. My cousin and I started sprinting toward her, but even before I could reach her a man stepped from behind her with two boys our age. We came to an abrupt halt, stumbling a bit, a few feet from them. Brittany asked quietly who they were, and I looked at her, shrugging. My mother then introduced the man as her fiancee and the little boys as her new sons.
Everything, everyone, and even all of the family dogs were still and silent as we took in the sight before us. My very inebriated mother had just walked in with these three people who looked like they just crawled out of the city dump and made this huge, yet horrifying, announcement. While hollow congratulations were spoken, I sat there in shock until the biggest boy spoke. He moved his greasy dark hair out of his eyes, looked up at my mom, tugged on her shirt and said, "Momma, can we go play?"
She looked down at him and replied, "Of course you can honey bunch, go ah-." My eyes flashed gold while I interrupted her by screaming every obscenity Santana's Uncle Diego deemed appropriate to teach her. I was saying everything from "loser" to words so crass that even made Santana tan skin darken. Brittany and Santana, instantly appeared at my sides with Santana on my right. They tried grabbing me, but I pushed them off me and reached her. I began punching and kicking at my mother, until she picked me up and tried to calm me down.
Eventually, I stopped yelling and thrashing about. She then sat me down and I glanced up at her with tears running down my face. I looked her straight in the eyes that had looked so much like mine. My eyes shifted to liquid gold for the second time that hour, as I said as evenly and coldly as a seven-year-old could, "I hate you." She had called that dirty boy her name for me. I saw hurt flash in her eyes before she turned around and left with her new "family" without saying another word.
Seven years later was when I saw her again. Brittany and I had just returned from Santana's house after cheerleading practice, when my aunt told me someone was in the spare room waiting for me. I walked down the hall to the room thinking it was my granny, but I was wrong. It was her, the woman everyone said I took after, the only person I ever said I hated, my mother. I scowled at the thought and at er.
"What are you doing here?" I spat at her. She just looked at me, and I could tell she wanted to say a thousand different things. All that came out though was a measly apology. I scoffed at her and turned to walk away. Her voice stopped me however.
"Lucy, honey bunch, please?" Tears had silently begun to run down my face at the old nickname, while I was having an internal battle of whether to forgive her or not, she kept talking but I didn't hear a word of it. Without glancing back, I ran back out the front door, shut my phone off, and disappeared for hours. That was the night I found the crumbling cement foundation that became my getaway.
It took months for me to stop avoiding her and start talking to her again. It was just attempted conversations on her part and snide remarks on mine. When I turned fifteen she had enough and lost her patience, which for my mother was saying something. When I started to walk away again after another attempt, she yelled at me to come and sit down. My mom had never yelled at me so I knew she had finally hit her limit.
She took a few calming breaths and I watched as her eyes stopped flashing gold. She apologized for leaving like my father had. She explained what happened with the people that kept her away from us. How she never seemed enough for them, and how when she sold her pieces they took her commissions. That even though she'd never forgive herself, she hoped I would. I knew I'd probably never forgive my father, but this was my momma, I had to. So we came to an agreement. As long as she found a new nickname for me, to never call me honey bunch or Lucy again, I'd forgive her. She agreed as long as I went back to calling her Momma on those special occasions, instead of Judy all the time. She started calling me Quinnie, knowing I was going by middle name now.
After my trip to the past my thoughts shift to my father. A few fuzzy memories pass before I being to scold myself, remember the self promise to never waste my time thinking of him. I finally come up to my house on the edge of the woods still in my wolf form I had calmed enough to switch back, but I wanted to be near clothes first. I walk past the pool and onto the porch and nudge the cracked back door the rest of the way with my nose. Mentally noting to thank Momma when I see her.
I walk through the kitchen to the dining hall and then through the foyer to head up to my bedroom, praying Aunt Renee doesn't see me, knowing she'll have a fit that I'm walking in the house in form. Remembering the fact that I didn't wipe my paws before walking in, I turn my head to see muddy paw prints on her white carpet. 'Yep she's gonna kill me,' I thought with a small bark that sounded like a chuckle. Hearing a tiny whimper I whip back around to find my four month old, grey and white, Siberian Husky in front of me. I named her Luna for the moon, what's a wolf without her moon right?
Luna's crouched before me, her tail wagging hard, as she lets out a playful growl. I'm relieved she recognizes me as a wolf, realizing that I was holding my breath from the fear of rejection if she hadn't, I let it out. I want to play with her, but I know I need to switch before Aunt Renee sees me. I shake my head while maintaining eye contact with her. She seems to understand and she turns around to walk back into my room as I follow her. As I enter, I watch her hop onto my full size bed, with assistance from the hope chest at the end, and curl up on my red and grey fleece blanket. Its Luna's favorite as well. I've woken up to her dragging it off me so she could curl up with it on her OSU Buckeye dog bed multiple times
Before shifting back I decide to see what I look like. I stare at the full length mirror on my door at my inner wolf for what seems like hours. Beautiful was the only way I can describe the animal. My eyes were the brightest gold I have ever seen. My fur's as white as freshly fallen snow. I'm twice as tall as a normal wolf, definitely broader, with more muscle. I turn to the right to see my profile and see a flash of black on the top of my shoulder. I turn to the other side and see that its the same on my left. I can't quite make out what it is though. 'It must be my marking, but I never heard of us having more than one,' I think, 'I'll have Momma look at them later.' Every werewolf I've met has markings on their fur, almost like a branding. No two wolves have the same mark either, whether it be because of shape, color, or placement. My mom's is a dark grey skull on her left flank. When I first saw it I joke about it saying how ironic it was that such a passive woman's mark was so morbid. Looking back I realize how sad her eyes looked before she started to avoid eye contact. I decide to ask her about that later as well.
Turning back to the front I see my fluffy tail swinging behind me. 'Some of this is extremely weird at times, even weirder than Brittany wanting that cat or more that Lord T actually feels comfortable enough in house of canines,' I think in disbelief at my life. I pull my muzzle back to see my teeth. I hear Luna growl, so I pull my muzzle back down, she hasn't figured out the whole mirror thing yet. My teeth are pearl white and so sharp that I have no doubt they could easily cut through bone. I lift my paw to touch my mirror and I'm shocked at how huge it is. I've seen it before, but I've never really looked at it. I begin shifting back into a human while my paw's still on the mirror. Its strange watching my hand shift from a paw. I see the fur go back into my skin, my claws turn to fingers and nails, and the gold flash brighter for a second before showing hazel again. I see the gold swimming in the green-brown mixture. 'Always in a silent rage Q,' I chuckle at myself.
I finish shifting and find myself on my knees, still naked, but at least I'm in my room. Smirking at myself, I walk over to my dresser. I pull out some underwear, a green tank top, and a pair of black running running shorts, I get dressed as I make my way over to my bed. I sit and pull my laptop towards me deciding to check Facebook, ignoring the rumors of there being a new kid, as Luna keeps nudging my hand to pet her. Puck messages me about the new kid and asks if I heard anything, but before I can answer him I hear my aunt yelling for me.
"Quinn! Come here! Right now!"
"Oh I'm in trouble," I tell Luna, thinking back to the paw prints. She licks my face like she was reassuring me it'd be okay. I smile in return, walking out with her trailing behind me.
"Lucy Quinn Fabray! Now!" She yells again with her front facing the island in the middle of the kitchen, chopping tomatoes for lunch.
"I'm right here. You can stop yelling now," I reply cheekily as I walk into the kitchen. "And you know how much I hate that name."
"It's such a beautiful name though, but we have more important things to discuss. Sit down please." I look around at the sound of her voice, and see Mom sitting at the breakfast bar with the most serious look an her face.
"Okay?" I lean against the bar across from her, a horrible thought hitting me. "Did someone die," I ask, worrying about my grandpa since he hasn't been feeling so well.
"No. Quinnie everyone's okay," my mom assures, I visibly relax. "Let's sit."
"Though you shouldn't be okay," Aunt Renee says slightly annoyed. I look at her with a confused look as I settle into my place at the table. "You should be in trouble for running off like that last night."
"Oh oops," I try and say innocently. She rolls her eyes and my wolf growls in the back of my mind. 'What the hell? Why is she growling?' I think. My mom just raises an eyebrow in my direction as my aunt's eyes widen. I guess I actually did that out loud. "I'm sorry I don't know where that came from. What's going on?"
"We just wanted to talk about what being a werewolf means, and what certain things mean for you." After she and Mom's eyes meet with pride on their faces.
"But I already know everything I need to. Momma, we spent hours talking about it since my fifteenth birthday. B, S, and I even had lessons by Aunt Renee and Mrs. Lopez growing up."
"Yeah," my mom starts hesitantly. "But there's more that I didn't tell you."
"Like what? I know that we don't change every full moon if we don't want to, but we're antsy the entire night unless we do. We can change people, but we have the control on whether we do or not. That we, once practiced enough, can change on command more fluidly. But until then we can also shift whenever we lose control of our temper."
"You know, Quinn, if you'd just slow down and stop interrupting, Judy would be able to tell you," Aunt Renee jokes.
"Now Renee we gotta see all of what Quinnie knows and remembers from her lessons. Let her finish," Mom defends me.
I thank her and continue, "Anyways, our senses are sharper than other human, even more so in wolf form. For example, we can almost put smell with emotions. We also heal faster and out core body temperature is significantly higher. We are bigger, stronger, and faster than regular wolves. We must hunt at least twice every month, but it's best if we do it more than two times. We can communicate through our thoughts in wolf form freely, within our pack, through touch if we allow it in human form as well. But we can also block both with practice. If a bond is strong enough, like a parent and child or a wolf and their mate, we can also send out feelings to that wolf. We don't necessarily need to move in packs, but it's more beneficial if we do. A pack is formed once an Alpha," I pause trying to decipher the expression on their face. "Uh, once an Alpha is named," I begin again but then I see my aunt's smirk what I said alpha. "Alright, what is going on?"
"Quinn, I'm an Alpha," my mom answers sending me into stunned silence for a moment.
"What?! Holy sweet hell! Where's your pack?! Why didn't anyone tell me?!" I was freaking out just a little, you could say. Because if she wasn't lying, my life was going to change way more than I originally thought.
"I didn't tell you, because you weren't ready yet. I had to make sure you changed, not that I had my doubts." She added quickly seeing the displeased look on my face. "Most of my pack is the family for now. The others are most of your friends' parents. They'll stay my pack, but you get the family that was born into your generation since that power is passed down with the transfer. My pack goes out on runs when we can, but Quinnie, we're getting old. The next generation needs to step up. Your friends are or will be wolves, and you already know Brittany and Santana are, so you won't be alone. You don't need to hide or lie, you can be 'you' with the people closest to you. There's a reason you all grew up together, we knew that all of would be wolves too."
"So," I start before realizing how dry my throat is, I clear it and being again. "Who's going to be the new Alpha," I ask dumbly. My palms are so sweaty that I try and discreetly wipe them on the tablecloth before earning a glare from Aunt Renee. I guiltily fold my hands in my lap.
My mom sighs, "Quinn you already know the answer to that." I nod. I'm going to be the new Alpha.