AUGUST TO JANUARY THE FULL MOONS. RED THE WEREWOLF PART TWO
So she thought.
She had to get as far away as possible from her ex packs territory. If after transformation she were to be found hunting, she would inevitably be killed. Would her human grandmother take her in? On the road hitch hiking, desperate and hungry and a full moon on its way. A car, a lift. For a werewolf strangers are not a concern. None. Little conversation and the almost calming turn of the engine sent her off into a deep sleep. Waking on a cold ground in the woods. No idea where, no idea why, but the hunger was upon her. Transformation was painful without sustenance . It left her weak and vulnerable. She could barely crawl let alone walk. The weakness engulphed her. She lay on her side panting. The awareness inside is always the sharpest. It didn't come as a threat. Small pieces of raw meat were fed to her, a cloth soaked in water bathed her mouth. Throughout the night she gained strength then slept. As dawn approached the human was gently carried to a place of safety.
Sexuality is not set in stone.
To say there is no such thing as gay werewolves is a benign, if not laughable, statement.
Many moons ago, literally, werewolves that were banished for such 'crimes' eventually started their own packs. The hierarchy remains similar for survival reasons, mostly to protect and feed the pack. Banishment is unheard of. The scouts in this case hold a high and respected position. Scouts are accepted by most packs and welcomed to visit. Wolves are very astute and upon a eventual banishment, they will follow and guide the banished to the nearest gay pack. If possible. Some don't make it that far. They are either killed on discovery of being gay, killed hunting on ex pack territory, or die from hunger and/or injury. Some take their own lives or are murdered. Homophobia is rampant in both human and wolf world.
A frayed family rumour.
There are three conflicting stories where grandmother is concerned. (Probably many more but all born from these)
1. Being of human descent and a 'slayer' it was deemed safer for her to live away from the pack, moreso in this case as she continuously criticised the Luna's every decision and wanted to raise Red.
2. She dreamt that a wolf told her she was having a granddaughter and desperately wanted a grandson as girls were a waste of resource so therefore either Red was to be given to another family or she would disown the family out of pure spite.
3. Lupophobia.
The wind of change.
The feeling was positive. Well slept, strong and surprisingly calm. A small neat clean room, water next to the bed and crisp sheets. Two knocks on the door and a handsome female elder entered. A big smile and a tray of hot food that immediately hit her senses. She struggled not to dribble at either. Eyes meet. Minds meet. The wolf is always present. After breakfast a surprise, she fell into her grandmothers arms sobbing with joy, an ally who was denied her granddaughter. Words left for later for she then was introduced to her new pack. This was family. This was where she was loved. This is where she matured into a powerful beta. This was where she decided to take a mate from the outside. That one night in August as the sturgeon moon was upon her, when her hand steadied a female human. The minute she touched her, she knew. She smelt the thrill. She sensed the need.
Once upon a time, not your time, nor my time, but one time...