Wolf Moon:

Rising of the Pack

By: William B. Collins

Robert J. Lindblad

Book 1:

The First Year: Michael R. Anderson

Wolf Moon:

The Beginning of the Pack.

I will now make this declaration of myself, very clear. I am not like other people. In fact; I'm not even sure I'm human, well close enough to call human any way. My body is not what it used to before I saw the moon that night; looking sinister and deadly at me…..almost plotting my life's course, the one I soon started to take. Changing me, adulterating me, into what this little town needed. A protector, but of what- I do not know. What was I supposed to protect this town from? Monsters? Villains of the most over-zealous type who worked to bring humanity to an end? Other people like me? Or was it to protect the townsfolk from the ever-lasting approach of….Vampires? In case you haven't guessed, I'm a Werewolf. But not the ones that are portrayed in the movies. Who only turn into a half-man half-wolf is. A hybrid. No, I didn't need the moon to change me. I could change my form at will. Between two forms. One form is a huge wolf; whose size makes an over-grown grizzly look like a cub. In this form I have sleek silver-gray fur, but more white in color. My eyes shown a deep sapphire blue. The rest, just think of a big pissed off wolf. My other form, the form that allowed me to talk, walk, and acts like a normal human being; up to a point. It was basically my human self and my wolf self put together. My hybrid form. Now, let me tell of my human self. Before the change. I was fifteen-and-a-half years old. I had shaggy dirty-blonde hair that was ear length. My eyes were a, "Blue that almost put sapphires to shame at times," but it would turn colors, from the blue to a green, then to a pale-blue gray color. I was five foot nine, and weighed a slim 154lbs. Now-a-days; I weigh 215lbs, stand at six-foot two-and-a-half inches, with chin length dirty-blonde hair, and my last feature; my sapphire blue eyes.

I am not the bad guy. I'm the good guy. I hope. Or at least I try to be.

My name is Michael R. Anderson; this is my Story.

I will try to serve my half-fellow humans to the best of my ability, and will throw my life on the line for them, or die trying to protect them. Amen.

That was part of the oath that I had to travel nearly 678 miles to reach the place that made my changes complete, permanent, and final. The place that swore me in as the protector of Wolf Creek, North Carolina.*

The place that changed me, for the good of mankind. That taught me how to be a wolf, how to raise a pack (or call to my pack brothers and sisters sleeping wolf), and how to swear them in. Now I will take my life, and change it; to ascertain to the needs of humanity before the needs of myself, and the needs of my pack-brother over my own. This was the Code. Our Code, My Code. To live by, and to die by. Almost like the Code of Chivalry. Only more screwed up. Back to reality, to the 73rd day of school for us. Wolf-Creek high school. My 10th grade year, November 12th, 2009. "All right everyone settle down, settle down now. Okay," the teacher, Mr. Rochae, paused to write "Epics and Legends" on the board. "Epics and Legends, Who knows an Epic?" he asked. Matthew, in the front row of the classroom, raised his hand, "The Odyssey," he spoke clearly. The class smart-kid and supernatural believer. Matthew J, Riley. Age 16, born May 4th, 1993. He was the class genius since I could remember. In fact, we've been in the same classes since the 3rd grade. "Good job Mr. Matthew. Now can someone tell of a legend?" he asked. Mr. Rochae waited a moment, as well did Matthew. Then Matthew raised his hand, and of course, flaunted his smarts. "The Legend of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table," Matthew said. Smart aleck. "Good job again Mr. Matthew." So you can guess what today's lecture in class was about. Good thing I knew all of this already, or else I would have missed because I was distracted all period. The Reason: Her. Qwendolyn R. Saunders'. She was just sitting there, jotting down notes. Being a good student. Every now and then she would strike a glance at me and smile wide. Her glamorous smile, her silky brunette hair running down her shoulders would fall down in front of her face blocking her, and she would get frustrated and knock her hair back over her shoulder; she repeated this many times.

Soon the bell had rung signaling the end of the period, two classes down; two to go. Well, fast-forward to my lunch period with the usual group. Everyone was there too. Tom, Sabrina, Carson, Chris, Celeste, her twin sister, Carrine, Katie, Gracie, Montana, Tierra, Simpata, Josh, and reluctantly Qwen got around to coming to the table today. "Hey you," she said walking up. "Hey yourself," I told her grinning. "Y'know one of these days I'm gonna learn to not look at you when you grin like that. It's too cute." She said smiling. "Well, in that case I'm going to learn one of these days to not look at you when you smile. It's so gosh-darn beautiful Missie," I told her with a cowboy accent and pretending to tip my hat at her. She laughed at me. She then came over and sat next to me. "So, did you enjoy the show 2nd block?" she asked smiling at me. "Of course! Why wouldn't I have? After all, you're the most interesting specimen this side of the Creek." I said in an excited voice. "What the Hell!?!" I heard Celeste yell. Great, I wonder what Chris did now. "What!? I'm sorry! I honestly got you two confused!" Chris said. "What how could you get us confused?!" she said. "Well every since Carrine let the dye in her hair go out, it's been awfully hard to tell you two apart at times." He defended himself. "And Carrine, how could you?!" she asked in protest to her twin. Carrine just shrugged her shoulders. Well that's kind of when things got out of hand. Next thing you know there's yelling, shrieking, and clawing as Celeste commenced with beating the living crap out of her sister. Soon all the guys at the table were gawking at the fight, all except me. "Omg, this is better than wrestling!" Carson said. *facepalm* "Dude, you're right…..oohhh that had to hurt!" Josh said wincing as Carrine punched Celeste in the cheek. "Sigh…" I let out a long sigh and stood up. "Where ya goin'?" Qwen asked. "Well someone's got to stop the fight before they draw too much attention to us." So I walked over to the fight and pulled the fighting sister's off of each other, holding them by the collars of their shirts. "Okay, Celeste, what's the matter?" I asked her as she tried reaching out for Carrine's throat. "What do you think Michael!? I'm tryin' to kill my tramp of a sister!!!" she said as she continued to reach for Carrine. I just rolled my eyes at them and set them down. "Jeez, if it isn't one thing, it's another. Can we stop trying to kill each other for five minutes?" they both mumbled, which was probably a yes. "Good." I said smirking as Celeste shot Carrine an evil glare.

"Well look at the big negotiator in action." Qwen said as I sat next to her. "Hehehe thanks." I said hugging her and keeping my arm around her waist. Oh, I almost forgot to mention this; she's my Girlfriend.

Well my moment with her was cut short as Matthew walked up clearing his throat to get my attention. And it worked because all of us stopped and turned to see what was about to happen. About two minutes passed as he just stood there….looking like an idiot. "Uh…can...I...Help you?" I asked him. "Yes, actually. What were..." he said pulling out a notepad that had a load of written theories on it. "Where were you the night of November 1st 2009, at 12:35 am?" he asked looking serious. I just stared at him, gawking. "Uh…sleeping, I believe. Unless I sleep walk. Why do you ask?" I asked. "Well, I have reason to believe that you are an abnormal being." He said. Okay, kid your freaking me out here. "A what?" I asked playing along. "That's correct. I have supporting evidence that your not human." He said smugly. "Really now Well, let's here this evidence Almighty Supernatural Detective." I said mockingly. "Okay then-", he didn't have time to start before the bell rung signaling us to get back to class. "Well, good try kid." Said Celeste walking past him. I hung back as the rest of them went to class; he stood there and hung his head. "Well, this was interesting." I told him. "How?" he asked. "Well, simple you found all this interesting evidence and tried to bust me out." I told him. "Tell you what; you still believe I'm this so called "Supernatural Being"?" I asked. "Of course!" he said. "Do you know where the clearing is in Adam's park is?" I asked him. "Yes I do. Why do you ask?" he said. "Meet me there tonight, at 10 pm. Think you can make that?" I asked him. "Yes, see you there." He said. "Will do." I said smirking at him pulling my fir jacket tighter around my body.

Meanwhile……

A boy is running through the forest. He was sent on an errand to pick some roots for the reservation's healer in the forest not far from the reservation. This boy was thirteen years of age, with dark skin, black hair, and dark eyes. He was a Cherokee Indian, and lived with his father on Wolf Creek Reservation. Named after the settler's of the settlement long ago, when the land was young. There are many Native Americans on the reservation, who are part of two tribes; the Quellette and Cherokee Indians. Which both harbor Werewolves, which is not known to over half of the reservation. Only to various packs.

Anyway back to the boy. As he ran for his life breathing hard and snagging his clothes on the various bushes and trees, he fell hard hitting his head on a rock cutting it open. "Damn." He said. Getting up. His arms were all cut up and his jeans were torn from the fall. As he continued to run he heard the loud breathing of the monster behind him, it let out a snarl; startling him and making him run faster. Suddenly the boy unleashed himself; turning into a wolf, hitting the ground on all fours running at an incredible fast pace. His dirty-brown fur whipping in the breeze. Soon he came to a clearing in the forest, and transmutated back to his human form, shirt ripped off from the change, his muscles tightened from the previous adrenaline rush. As he let out a long sigh he slumped to the ground and crawled over to the nearby lake and took a drink from it. He leaned his head back and stretched as he drank down the cool water. He then stood up, and rubbed his neck, "So, what do you want from me?" the boy said, as a man walked up behind him wearing a leather jacket and a pair of jeans. "Well, you live on the rez don't you?" the man said. "What's it to you? Why should you care?" the boy asked. "Hmm, well it's obvious you and I are alike, in many ways. And, I'm looking for someone. Perhaps you can help me?" he said grinning. The boy turned to face the man. His features startling the boy. He had black hair that was pulled back into a pony-tail. His eyes had a feral look to them; a stunning amber-yellow. His left side of his face had a scar that ran parallel with his left eye. His deep-set eyes, making him look as if he hadn't slept in an age; which was partially true. The man has been traveling for two-and-a-half week's strait with hardly three hours of rest. "Why should I?" the boy snapped at him. "Well, simple really, because right now your fate is in my hands; so I suggest you help me so I could proceed with my business and you your life," he said. The boy thought a moment, considering his options, and whether or not he wanted to die. After a few minutes the boy had made his decision. "Fine, who is it you search for?" the asked. "Good choice. His name is Michael Rommeal Anderson. He is a local werewolf; I believe he is the newest to join the ranks." He said. The boy almost gasped and thought to himself; 'No, not Michael! Why him?!' "Sorry, never heard of him." The boy said. "Well good day to you." The boy said turning around and walking away, but the man yelled at him. "You're lying." He paused for a moment. "You know I tried to be nice, I even gave you an option." The man sighed. "Oh well. More fuel to the fire as I say." He said. As the words let his mouth, a snarl followed as he changed into a hulking gray wolf; and lunged at the boy. The boy changed as well, the dirty-brown wolf replacing the small fragile boy, which stood there only moments ago.

The wolves clashed terrifyingly; ripping at each others throat. The big wolf tore at the small wolf's neck; tearing of some skin and fur. Causing blood to flow like a river. The wolves jumped back from each other. The smaller wolf stumbled a bit, but shook it off.

The small wolf lunged again at the bigger one, over and over. Each time making only small gashes. As the small one tried again the bigger one got smart and jumped backwards and dodged the blow; coming down with a blow. The bigger one then brought its jaws down on the small wolfs throat and threw him into a tree. The tree came smashing down along with the small wolf. The bigger wolf snarled and crept up to the small wolf. The small wolf transmutated back into his small human form. The boy coughed a few times. "Well? Get it over with," the boy said. And the big wolf looming over him did a wolf type grin and opened its gigantic maw. The boy screamed as the big wolf came down on him.

It was over. Another lost to the fires of a war; a war humans were completely unaware of.