Hi, this is my first fanfiction, so please don't judge too harshly! I'm not exactly looking for reviews or anything, I just really like to write and figured I should give fanfiction a go. Before you continue reading, I'd like to explain what "Lupa" and "Lupo" are. They ARE shapeshifters, however, they were born in their "shifted" forms. There is a slight mention of bestiality (which I know, is gross), but it wasn't truly done with that in mind (A.K.A. their dad was living as a wolf, but was a shapeshifter, and he mated with an actual wolf). Because Lupa and Lupo have one parent being a shapeshifter, and one being an actual wolf, their biologies are a bit different. Whereas the "Pack" have wolves that relate somewhat to their "mental state of mind," (based on the idea that Sam's "heart is black, so is his wolf,) Lupa resembles her wolf's form. Her brother, Lupo, doesn't shift, and if he can, he hasn't made it known. As for everything else, that'll be gone over in the story. Sorry about this rambling, please give this a chance! Also, I don't any of Twilight, just Lupa and Lupo!
Something else to keep in mind, Lupa and Lupo have been named by a German man named Charles in the mid 1900's. Creativity is not exactly the strong point here. Another thing to mention is that Lupa and Lupo's real names are One with Snow and One with Shadows. Again, not creative, but they were being named by wolves. Sorry that the names aren't exactly "creative," but I'm not looking to make Lupa and Lupo any more "special snowflakey" than they already are.
He watched the wolf pack carefully, his camera positioned perfectly as the pack went about its daily life. The alphas lounged about lazily as the carcass of a caribou laid nearby, its stomach ripped to shreds and its entrails happily eaten by the pack. The two alphas watched fondly as their pups danced about, occasionally playfully attacking each other. The largest one, a white female, typically pinned her brothers and tugged on their ears until her younger brothers began to yip in pain, signalling her to stop. The Omegas watched with perfect sight, keeping farther away from the rest of the pack as the Beta's kept a trained eye upon the pups. He had been watching this pack for a long while, watching as the pups developed from newborns to the playful four month old pups that they were now. He never understood why he had found this pack in particular to be so fascinating.
The alpha male, of whom he named Shade, was a wolf blacker than night with stunning golden eyes. He must have stood at four feet at the shoulder, which was a strange size. The alpha female, of whom he named Angel, was a pure white wolf with strange blue eyes. She was about three feet at the shoulder, at an average size. The Betas both stood a few inches higher than Angel, and he dubbed them Jack and Sally, and he noted Jack was black with a few flecks of white here and there with green eyes, while Sally was red with an occasional tuft of brown fur with brown eyes. The Omegas never came close enough for him to name them, and he noted they were all a silvery grey, so telling the difference between them was hard. The pups, however, were all a mix of black and white, though the largest female (of whom he dubbed Lupa) was mostly a pure white with a bit of black fur along her underside. The brother she was closest to almost mirrored her markings, only he was covered in black fur with white tufts along his underside. He had decided to name the brother Lupo while the other pups remained nameless.
He found the pack so interesting given Shade's and Lupa's sizes. They were larger than the average wolf, Lupa even more so than the rest. As he took one last snapshot of the wolves, he began to pack up his camera and set up his tent. He wrapped himself in his warm clothes and went to sleep. He would do as he typically did after he fell asleep. He would wake up, get something to eat from his pack, then follow the track of the wolves. However, when he would wake up next, he would find something far more surprising.
Letting out a groan, he sat up from his sleeping bag and was shocked by what he heard. A cry, the sounds of a child's cry and a whimpering of a wolf. He ripped himself from his tent and looked about, taking notice of a young girl with white hair, olive skin, and strange golden eyes. Next to her was Lupo, who seemed a bit angered by him coming any closer.
"Don't worry, I am going to help her." He paused as the wolf ceased his glaring and growling as he leaned down to look at the girl. She appeared to be maybe four years old, and was crying relentlessly. Somehow Lupo had seemed connected to the girl. Did she happen across the pack and was attacked? He paused and looked her over. She wasn't hurt, she was bare, and it seemed she had never seen a bathroom or hair brush within her life. Caked around her lips was dried blood, and somehow he understood that wasn't her own blood. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn she reminded him of Lupa.
"Shh, shh, hey there. I'm Charles. I'm gonna help you, alright?" He mumbled out softly as he reached out to touch her, only to recoil at the extreme temperature of her skin. "You are an odd one, aren't you?" He sighed as he picked up the small girl, his eyes growing a bit wide as Lupo followed suit. He set the small girl down and watched as she snuggled into the sleeping bag. "Can you understand me?" He paused as the small girl looked up at him curiously, her head tilting as she let out something similar to a yip.
What Charles hadn't expected from the girl was as he took care of her was that she grew at such an accelerated rate. By the time she was eighteen months, she was the size of a young woman and she hadn't grown much more than that. He also found out that the female wolf he had named Lupa, was in fact the small girl. By the time she was "physically" four, she began to learn to speak, just as others did. Lupo sat by her, never changing, but seemingly understanding everything that happened. Charles was confused by Lupa's existence, on how she could shift from wolf to human so easily, and what had caused the shifting to even happen. As she grew older and she was able to articulate, she explained what it was like to Charles.
"It is like… to me, it is no different from blinking. I know my real form as my first one. This form is newer to me. I was not born in it, I had to learn it. To me, it is like breathing air. It's as natural as my heart beat, yet as strange as a new disease that no one knows about. I am always warm, I have no need for clothes, I didn't, in the beginning. My pack… I am certain my father is like me, that he was a man, but became a wolf. Understanding what he says, what Lupo says is like first nature. Talking like this to you is different, foreign, but it also something I know well. Like you, speaking German and English, it is different, but you know it. To me it is like… at one second I am on fire, and the next I am frozen in ice, but neither are uncomfortable. I have no idea why I ended up like this. I think it is because my mother was an actual wolf." She had explained it so perfectly, her German accent slipping through, the very one she had learned from Charles.
Charles had found it odd, and almost sickening to hear that her father had once been human and had become a wolf, and even mated with one. Somehow he understood everything, though, part of him felt that Lupo was just a regular wolf who could understand everything. He wasn't a large wolf like Lupa was, sure, he was larger than an average wolf, but Lupa's form dwarfed his considerably.
Charles had one question, however, as he learned more about Lupa and Lupo's biology. Could there be more? Would they be easy to find? Hard to find? He needed to find answers for his adopted daughter and his "son." Charles was just a simple forty year old journalist who studied animals, from Germany, he had no idea where to look, where to start. He turned to the library, eagerly looking for legends dealing with wolves. He learned of many legends, but none seemed to have shapeshifters. Frustrated, he continued his search until he came across the Quileute legends. Charles was almost hopeless at this point, thinking he may never find an answer for his daughter and "son," but he decided he would pursue it. Or, at least, he would attempt to.
He spoke to a man who called himself Quil Ateara II about his findings, the man had sounded surprised. He figured it a hoax, and demanded proof. With that Charles was going to bring his now eight year old daughter, with the body of a full woman, and his "son" to La Push, Washington.
Strangely, La Push, Washington was not such a bad place. It was rainy, and cold, but the temperature of Alaska were far worse. His children did not seem to mind the extremely long trip, and seemed excited at the idea of being able to meet more of their kind. Sadly, they were met with hostility.
A young man- Quil Ateara III, had looked to Lupa and Lupo and had given a sad nod, as three men stared down at the two children with wide eyes. They told him that they had never met another shapeshifter, and that she did not bare any resemblance to their tribe or family. They told of the Quileute legends, of the spirit warriors, the cold ones, and of large wolves. When they questioned Lupa, she only told of her pack, what she could remember, at least. Her brother chimed in once and awhile, and they were surprised she could understand him while in her form. She once again explained everything, how everything was for her, and they seemed to understand, to a certain extent. They had been born humans, unlike her, who had been born as a wolf.
After talking some more, the Quileutes had decided that once Charles is to perish, she would be welcomed back to her own kind with open arms. Lupa had seemed reluctant to leave, but they quickly made their way back to Alaska. There, Charles finished his report on the wolves, received the money they needed, and they each headed back to Germany. After that, Charles got Lupa an education to make sure she was set on life. Lupo only ever followed where Lupa went, but seemed to understand everything she did, but as far as Charles was concerned, he remained a silent companion to Lupa.
Charles, surprisingly, lived a very long life and took care of Lupa and Lupa, who said their true names were One with Snow and One with Shadow, but they had grown fond of the names Charles had bestowed upon them. They were far easier to say. When Charles had passed, he was about eighty years old and by that time it was 2001. That was when Lupa and Lupa had decided to take up the offer to come to La Push, Washington. However, when they arrived, there were no reports of shifters in the family any longer. Lupa and Lupo were disappointed, but decided to stick around, even if it was at a distance from everyone. It wasn't until 2005 that anything had happened. Sam Uley had shifted, and was surprised to learn of Lupa and Lupo's existence. Strangely, Lupa was along the same size as Sam, and Lupo was just a few inches shorter than the both of them. They agreed, however, that it was Sam's place to be an alpha, while they would just follow his command. Little did they know of the drama they were going to be put through.