A/N: This was my first intended story published attempt at fan fiction… yet "A Lupine Kinship?" beat me to it! My current favorite TV show is "Rizzoli and Isles" which NOT AT ALL MINE. Special thanks to Tess Gerriman, Janet Tamero, Warner Bros, and all those both behind and in front of the cameras who brought the story and characters to life for our enjoyment. Hope none of you mind if I play in ya'lls realm for a little bit…. No copyright infringement intended and no claims of ownership! Only "claims of ownership" are my stories written- inspired by an established work by those both named & unnamed above.
Also, the photos used in this story are not mine…. Simply found by a useful feature known as: "Google Images." Hope those who own the pictures don't mind my borrowing them for our enjoyment.
I know practically zero of any current genre or stereotype of "werewolf" and though I have read a little bit of fan fiction in which a main character is a werewolf, I often view the definition of a "werewolf" to be that of a human who can simply shape shift into a wolf. Yet the wolf is simply larger than a standard wolf and with the symbiosis of human and wolf, the human's senses are often more sensitive than what is considered normal.
In this story, Jane Rizzoli is a werewolf and feels constant pressure to keep that part of herself hidden, even from her own family. Lupine is the wolf personality/nature who likewise makes every effort in self-preservation and is extremely isolated due to knowing no other werewolf.
Maura Isles has just relocated to Boston after finishing her time in "Doctors Without Borders." She is extremely fearful and avoids social settings while at the same time trying to find her place in society career wise and in Boston.
Prologue
Young, eleven-year-old Jane Rizzoli hissed under her breath as her brothers Frankie and Tommy dashed from the dining room, no doubt planning more stupid antics of annoying their sister as she struggled to complete her homework. Her skin felt flushed and her neck itched like crazy. Everything seemed to have a smell; even the sealed food in the pantry and inside the refrigerator only seemed to increase in their scents. Grabbing for her nearby water glass, Jane emptied it in a single gulp and slammed it down upon the table's surface harder than she intended.
"Janie!" Angela's voice only grated on Jane's nerves. "Be careful or you'll break the glass! What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing Ma," Jane rumbled through her grounded teeth as she pulled on her shirt's collar, suddenly feeling too tight and her temperature rising.
"Janie," Angela sidled up next to her daughter and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "You've been more and more irritated lately and now you seem to be running a fever. Are you sure you're feeling okay, honey?"
Jane squirmed out of her mother's grasp, simultaneously gathering up her homework. "Dang it, Ma! I'm fine! I just wanna be left alone! Why does everyone have to keep bothering me?"
"Jane Clementine Rizzoli!" Angela's scolding was answered simply by a door's slam following Jane's maddening dash upstairs.
Throwing her homework upon the bed, Jane maddeningly paced her bedroom in her struggle to calm down. Everything in her field of vision started taking on a red hue as an incredible headache burst out. The itching continued its intensity and traveled throughout her skin and her clothes only seemed to make it worse.
Maybe a cold shower will help, Jane thought as she began to make her way to the door connecting her bedroom to the bathroom. She pushed the slightly ajar door aside and was immediately drenched by a cascade of water with the metal bucket landing upon her head.
Furiously wiping her eyes, Jane's ears detected the hysterical laughter of Frankie and Tommie. She looked up, discovering everything to have taken a darker red color possibly shifting color as she saw her brothers standing in the doorway on the opposite side of the bathroom that connected to their bedroom. The pungency of their individual scents combined with the stench of a typical boys room, only caused Jane's anger to intensify more and more. Frankie momentarily stopped laughing, seemingly startled by something about his sister. Jane simply stood there, glaring at them. Trembling, she released a loud roar and charged at her brothers.
Frankie pushed Tommie out of the way as their sister bolted through their bedroom. "Janie?" Frankie called towards her as Jane ran down the stairs. "Ma!"
"Janie!" Angela called out to Jane who fumbled for the front door. "Janie, what's happened? What's wrong?"
Jane only growled as she threw off her mother's grasp onto her shoulder as she wrenched the door open and ran out into the night.
Jane continued to run as the rain started to fall. The droplets did little to soothe as the "prank shower" initiated by her brothers. The itching and flushing only increased and she could not rationalize or think, only run. Despite the pitch-black darkness, strangely she could still see. Though the dark black primarily replaced the redness, Jane could see dark green and even some brown. Thankfully, the overall scents decreased… somehow matching the colors Jane was now seeing. Deep pine, cedar, and even other trees and the bushes she was currently running among. Anger and fear dominated her thoughts and images of wanting to tackle her brothers; even wanting to chew on their flesh to gnaw on their bones and anyone else who would dare oppose her only increased the flames' intensity.
Suddenly the itching began to burn and Jane noticed her skin mysteriously darkening and a strange sensation within her hands. Before she could process what exactly was happening, Jane collapsed upon the ground of the wooded park and found herself unable to move. "Wha… arrgh!" Jane struggled to speak as she felt the unusual sensations travel through her abdomen and legs, noticing her joints ripple and shift in alignment. She tried to reach towards her legs, only to realize her skin was now covered with thick black fur and her hands to now be massive paws.
Terror suddenly overwhelmed Jane's mind as pain exploded in her head, feeling similar sensations throughout her head as she felt in her abdomen and legs. What is happening to me?! Jane's thoughts cried out as a massive roaring, growl erupted from the wolf's throat.
Growling once more in rage, the midnight black wolf sprinted off into the wooded parkland as the rainfall intensified. It could only feel anger and fear, only instinct to run. But what was it running from? Or was it running to something? Nothing felt right or reasonable.
After several hours of running, the black wolf's body collapsed upon the ground, utterly exhausted as the rain continued to gently fall upon its fur. Panting, the wolf still could not understand anything, only exhaustion and fear. Its nostrils twitched as it detected some new scent that was not normal to the natural surrounding scents of the wooded area. The wolf's front left paw twitched as a slight rippling effect began to occur and soft footsteps started approaching behind the wolf. The wolf's panting calmed slightly as a hand gently reached out and stroked its rain sodden fur and ear and the front left paw twitched again, rippling into human fingers.
A low gasp sounded as a hand gently slipped into the rippling hand and paw. "Oh, troubled soul!" a gentle voice spoke as the hand continued to stroke the furred head and ear. The fur began to ripple, growing outward on the head as it receded elsewhere on the wolf's body and joints began to realign.
"So young," the hand gently brushed Jane's long and unruly raven hair from her face. "A long, difficult journey is beginning."
"Wha… ahh?" Jane struggled to open her exhausted eyes as she felt hands gently lifting her from the ground.
"Shh," the voice soothed as Jane felt herself being comfortably gathered in the person's arms. "Rest… rest."