Sings

To

The

Wolf

By Syd Ann Honaker

Chapter One

Silence

Eden

I walk softly through the thicket of trees. The thorns, twigs, and rocks don't bother my bare feet. My steps are so swift and silent it's as if they don't exist. My flowing, frayed brown and orange shin length skirt hasn't once caught on a branch.

I play a soft tune on my wooden flute as I pad through the trees. I hear the agonizing scream of terror and resistance.

I slip the flute into its holster on my woven belt and pick up my pace.

I race through the trees faster than any average human could.

I follow the scent and sound from the small river and reach a small clearing. The clawed one stands over a girl around my age of seventeen. It seems that he has removed her shirt and is trying to do the same with her pants.

I take my flute and play the tune of the change. The clawed one turns around to see me morphing the tune into that of the calling. I hear soft padded paws racing to me.

Anneal flew and landed next to me. My brown furred wolf. Always there. Always protecting me.

He leaped and caught the clawed one standing dumbstruck. Anneal knocked him into the shallow water. I walked over to the girl. Her blonde hair is matted with sweat and dirt. Her big blue eyes stare at me. "Help me." I pat her hair gently and reply.

"That is what I am here for." I take out my flute and play a song that speaks sleep. She does. I set to trying to yank the chain that the demon used. I play on my flute again. Release. The chains rust instantly, turn to ash, and fall off. I continue to play. Forget. Return. She fades out and returns back to wherever she was taken from. I take my flute and stand up to face the clawed one. Anneal is winning, but only by an inch. The thing gets its arms around Anneal's throat. He starts to pant. I start to play and direct the song at the demon.

Pain! Suffering! Agony! The thing lurches to the ground and Anneal gets his teeth closed around its neck.

Nausea and pain roll into my head. Using the curse songs causes me pain as well as the person I direct it at.

The demon throws Anneal off of him. He flies back and I hear him crash into a tree. The demon lurches slowly toward me.

"Eden of the Wolves." It comes out as a hiss. I draw my knife and stumble back. I trip on a root and fall back. The creature leaps and lands on me. His boney knee strikes my shin and I cry out.

I lift my knife and his claws swipe it away.

He opens his mouth and I see several rows of serrated teeth. Human hands knock him from me. I turn my head to see a shirtless human Anneal. He only wears his jeans on missions. He feels the physical weight his clothing as he changes. They don't get torn though. They seem as if they pop in and out of existence.

Anneal grabs the thing's hair and cuts his throat.

"Quick Eden!" he yells. I take my flute. "Descent!"

I play the tune for descent to hell. A blackish demon rises out of the body and shoots into the earth.

I play return for the body of the demon. He disappears on the wind.

Anneal comes to me and kisses me softly on the mouth.

"Once again, you have done well, Eden."

I kiss him back, trying to ignore the pain the spells cause me.

"I wouldn't be able to descend them without your strength."

He kisses me harder, sending my heart into over-drive pounding. He breaks away, steps back, and changes. The brown wolf that stands before me, towers over me. He bends down on his knees, so I can climb on his back. I step on his wide shoulder and hoist myself into place. I am able to sit without my skirt riding up, because my skirt is so wide.

He stands up and races through the trees. We break through to the sand and he trots slowly to the water side. He changes and is suddenly holding me in a cradle. He sets me on my feet in the water. I hadn't noticed they were bleeding. That's just like Anneal, always making sure that everything is fine with me, before he does anything else for himself. My worrier.

A dark look comes over his face.

"The demon knew your name." he says. "Eden they know."

"He was an anomaly. A demon that lived on earth. He couldn't return and he didn't want to. He must nave heard talk among the faerie lands." I reason. "Don't make this into something bigger than it really is. It was a fluke that he knew. Anyway, it's just one." He begins to counter but I turn around and kiss him playfully, hoping to awake other feelings besides worrying.

I pull away and he grabs me and pulls me hard against him.

"Don't start something if you can't finish it." He starts to kiss me with such a passion I think I might burn up and turn to ash. He slides his hands up the back of my brown t-shirt with a yellow flower on the front. He traces my spine leaving goose bumps behind. I feel my back being scratched. By claws. I look up and see his teeth and they have grown into points. He kisses me again, his sharp nails tracing lines up and down my skin.

I wince, but the pain does something to my mind and it travels places it shouldn't.

I'm Eden of the Wolves. I'm supposed to be pure, so I push all whoreish thought out of my mind. Anneal has to remember that I'm also a seventeen year old girl in present day 2010. He's lucky he gets to chose when those inappropriate feelings come. I have overactive hormones, which I'd give anything to have shut off.

Anneal is twenty-one and the eldest of all his pack brothers. They're not brothers through blood, but through experience and bonding. Anneal is also leader of his pack. After him is Ian, who stands on his right, and Eli who stands on his left. Ian's right is Sonny and his left is Joel. Eli's right is Sam and his left is Isaac. Isaac is probably the first Jewish werewolf in history. Anneal, Ian, Eli, Sonny, Joel, Sam, and Isaac make up the elders of the pack. Under them in no specific rank, are Logan, David, Jacob, Seth, Jerry, Jaeden, Zack, Nick, Matt, and Grant. They are a large pack.

You may wonder what I am. I am the Fairy's Huntress. Every so many years, The Summer and Spring courts choose seven abandoned baby girls to give there music to. Faerie music is good and pure, but when certain tunes are played on certain instruments, the pure kind fey music can be used to cause pain. They gave me magic. I was brought in human world, but when I turned thirteen I was brought official looking papers and found out that they were an emancipation form. Thirteen was too young to be emancipated. I was told that I would legally be an adult, but I would be looked after for a few years until I could take care of myself. The orphanage was stupid. They were just going to hand me off to someone I'd never met and they didn't even do a background check on him.

Anneal leans against a rock and sits down and pulls me into his lap.

I pull myself back into my flashback.

The teacher told me to pack my things. I came out of my dorm room and came face to face with the hottest, tanned skinned, muscular guy in the whole world.

"My name is Anneal." He had said perfectly kind. "It is great to finally meat you Eden." He gestured for me to follow him to his truck. I looked behind me and saw an easel, canvases, and a bag of paint brushes of all sizes.

That is when I found out Anneal's passion for art.

He had painted a room for me at his medium sized cabin on the beach. The walls were bright blue like the sky, with black painted trees. It was and to this day, beautiful.

Beautiful. Anneal first called me beautiful when I turned fifteen. When he first brought me to his home, I thought he was going to form a relationship a brother and a sister would have and that is how it began, but in the end our attraction to each other was to profound.

He began teaching me the magic I didn't know I had, only a month after meeting him. When I was fourteen he enrolled me in high school. There I met the six others like me. We were fast and instant friends. Jodi, Aria, Miatta, Melaina, Faith, and Starr were they're names we became instant sisters, BFFs, or as Ian named us, The Psycho Seven. We still laugh at that joke.

Aria is with Eli, Jodi is with Ian, Faith is with Sonny, Miatta is with Joel, and Melaina is with Isaac, and Starr is with Sam.

We all go off on separate missions when we are needed. Each elder hunter in the pack has a huntress.

I am vaguely aware of the fact that a bed is under me and Anneal is next to me.

I wake up. "Why didn't you just wake me? I didn't even know I fell asleep."

"You looked to peaceful. Plus, it's been at least forever since you last slept. You were bound to wind up passing out."

I get out of bed and wonder over to my dresser. I pull out my pajama shorts with a dark green tank-top and go into the bathroom. I change in there.

Anneal and I may sleep together now, but we haven't made love yet. Only once has he mentioned it, but I believe that I am still too young. I walk out and Anneal is lying on top of the covers. He sleeps in shorts just like I do. We may be in Michigan, but it's summer and it's about eighty degrees and night here in Good Hart. We live in on the lake side, but our cottage is far separated from the rich summer homes. No one wonders down to this end of the beach, because in truth, not many people know it's here. I used to live in Ohio before Anneal brought me here. I to this day remember the eight hour drive.

Anneal's skin gets so hot, that he rarely has a shirt on in the summer. Like now. I'm not saying it's a bas thing, because it's definitely not. His br shoulders and hard abdomen muscles make me think that I'm the luckiest girl alive.

I flop down next to him like a dead weight. I make an exaggerated sigh and he laughs. Anneal warps his arms around me and hugs me to his chest.

"We've been hunting that monster for weeks and you haven't slept at all since we heard about it." He says kissing my forehead. "You deserve sleep."