I always know I was different from other children, and not just because of the family I was born into. I was in a class of my own compared to my 'family'. First there is my mother and her two sisters, the Charmed Ones, each beautiful and powerful in their own ways. Leo, someone I found hard to call Dad, was an Elder, again, someone you wouldn't want to mess with, even though he was against violence and preferred to talk things through. Wyatt, the family gem, the one everyone knew of, even if it was because he was twice blessed and powerful enough to thought of as a god, people in school loved being near him because of his good looks, everything about him is perfect. Aunt Phoebe gave birth to triplets, each one a girl; Kelly, Kelee, and Kristen. They're to be the next Charmed Ones. Uncle Coop is a cupid, so the only time I ever see him is at dinner, and even then its hard to talk to him, he likes to boost about how lovely his day has been. Aunt Paige works in magic school, teaching people how to be whitelighters and how to help people. Just like Uncle Coop, I hardly ever see Uncle Henry. Their four daughters are the only people in my family I can say I hate. The oldest, Sarta has strong healing magic, she's being trained how to be a Healer, and she's only a year younger then me. The twins Sophia and Melissa are always together, a Seer said that they would stop evil by making two evil wizards or something fall in love and stop a deadly war; they have to go to special lessons on how to act 'properly,' now they think their above me. The youngest is the most annoying, Nikki, she already shows signs of her power, and she's only ten. Sometimes, when she Sees, I hope its something bad and scary, just so she'll lose the 'holier-then-you' attitude.

And then there's me. Chris Halliwell; fourteen, soon to be fifteen- year-old witch, weak compared to the rest of the family, not as handsome as Wyatt and most often confused with girls.

When I was younger I used to have dreams that were too real to be normal dreams. In them were four wolves, each looking at me like I was special and listening to the things I said and called me Toboe. The oldest looking wolf, which was a grey wolf, I called Tsume was always by my side, looking after me. Unlike normal dreams I always remembered what happens, like they were memories or something. I once asked my mum about the differences between dreams and memories, after that long, confusing conversation, I released that they were memories. I then noticed things that were different about this body and my past one. Everything was the same, I had eyes that at times seemed to big for my face, my hair was a copper-y brown and had an uneven parting, and my body weight and height was the same form when I lived with Granny in my past life, meaning small. Only two things were different, the golden brown eyes that Granny and then Tsume had loved were a dull green, a colour I thought should only be on plants. I also had a birthmark over my heart, on both my chest and my back. From what I remember, it's where the bullet hit when I died.

After that I noticed a lot more things where different, things I hadn't noticed before. I could easily out run anyone I know, even the teachers at school. My hearing was greater the a humans and even a wolfs, but then again Kiba always said I had the best hearing while Hige had the best noise. I decide to keep those things to myself. I had to wait a few years to see what my wolf from looked like.

Three years in fact, when I was seven. It happened the day everyone but me was called to the elders. Mom had locked up the house and told me to be good, I think she went overboard when she put up barriers that would stop demons from coming in, but it would last for two hours. After the mob had left I used my powers to get the mirrors down and put them on the floor. I closed my eyes and just thought about my true from. How the wind would past my ears when I was running happily with the pack, the way my thick coat of fur would keep me more then warm. How powerful my small jaws were. The feeling of my tail and how when I was younger I would chase it to make Granny smile. How I miss that life. When I opened my eyes, golden brown orbs were reflected in the mirror, followed by the body of a two-toned copper wolf. I spent the two hours just looking at myself and thinking of my past. Wondering where everyone was, if they were still alive. When I heard my family orbing into the hall I quickly change back, but when I looked into the mirror, my eyes were still the golden brown colour. I didn't have the time or knowledge on how to make them appear the normal green, so I just hoped for the best.

They never noticed.

Slowly the family spent more time with the elders, so I was sent to Granddads, someone I loved dearly, I've never had a granddad before, and I loved how he treated me just as everyone else. The most time I had to stay with him was a weekend, but I didn't mind, it was better then living in that crowded house. One night I heard a dog cry out at the sky, I had to struggle not to answer the mourning cry. It was then that I released it was a wolf cry, sounding like my alpha, Kiba. Ever since, I've taken to sleeping with all the windows open.

As I got older, I got more of my memories back, ones that made things clearer, I was glad that I got the steamer memories after I hit puberty. No child should have memories of sex, especially with an older male. But there was a down side to hitting puberty. It wasn't only girls that took an interest in me. Something most people don't know is that wolfs' mate for life, and because I was mated to Tsume in my past life and still had his mark, I didn't want anyone else. Not until I was sure he wasn't here, in this world, although it was something I didn't like thinking about. The thought of him not protecting me scared me, even though I had powers, magic now. Every time I slept I dreamed about Tsume and the life we had as a pack, each looking after one another and how our pack was going to get bigger before it went to hell. Before I died.

It was hard trying to keep this big of a secret from my family; it become harder when they started to think I should be dating a girl. I didn't want to tell them that I like boys more then girls, the only person who would understand and not be disgusted is Uncle Coop, but being a cupid love is love and it doesn't matter what sex. I had to tell someone, I couldn't carry on keeping it to myself. It must be influenced by my past life, Kiba was always saying that packs should be honest with each other. But whom could I tell. I didn't have any friends who could keep secrets; I know they only hang around me was of my family. My family was a big no-no, they would think I was cured and try to 'cure' me.

In the end I chose granddad. He was always against how everyone treaded me and said I could tell him any and everything. My chance was at Nikki's birthday party. She lied to my 'loving' father saying that she Saw me using my powers and ruining her party. Believing her, Leo orbed me to Granddad and asked him to look after me for the day, which turned into a week. I was never happier that he kept some clothes for me in his spare room, which in the end become my second bedroom; man was I happy I had a room that was just mine, not having to share with Wyatt like at home. After the third day there I broke down and started to cry. I ended up telling him everything. After that episode we were a lot closer and he started to call me Toboe, saying that 'Howling' was a better name then Chris. Guess I could get pretty loud.

Things carried on pretty much the same, no one noticed that I went to granddads after school because he could help me with my homework. My teachers noticed that the quality of my work slowly was getting better, until I was a bit higher then average. When asked I said that I was getting help. Never told them that it wasn't from the people they thought. Mum and Leo had never seen my report card so never knew that I was once at the bottom of the year, unlike their perfect son who was at the top. Granddad was always there when I needed him and I loved him more then anything. But like all great things, it didn't last.

When I was ten, granddad became ill, a tumour on the brain. He died a year later, like everyone I care about. Everything he owned we inherited; all the things that didn't cost much the girls got. I had to try not to laugh at their faces. Granddad was by no means poor, in fact quite the opposite, while he was dying, granddad sold most of his belongs to raise money. No one know what he wanted the money for, because surgery was not going to help him they decided not to do any. Granddad was the only person who knew I liked to draw and paint, so he left me all his used art equipment. I found a letter in among the pushes saying he left me a bank account, with all his money in it. Man was I loaded. And did I tell anyone about it?

Hell no.

But no amount of money could bring him back, so I was still depressed. My grads fell again, but no bothered to talk about it. While I was depressed I finally made my first true friend. But he was one of those people you get told to stay away from.

Shame no one told me about things like that.


This chappie was ready last week, but I haven't had time to update. I've had five exams this week and I just know I did bad on all of them, after half term I also have three philosophy exams, one after the other, and I stuck at philosophy, so I need to study for that TT

But on a better note, I'm going to see POTC 3 on Wednesday, so YAY

Here's some info on Wolf's Rain (from crunchyroll . com (without the spcaes))

The wolf Tsume (Claw), hiding his true form, lives as a human. Hanging out in the city, and leading a band of young delinquents, he lives by stealing food from aristocrats. One day, another wolf, Kiba (Fang), appears before him, causing his wild blood to boil. Kiba cannot forgive Tsume for allying himself with humans, and the two have a duel, putting their pride on the line. However, the battle is interrupted, and Kiba is shot by the tenacious wolf hunter, Quent, and held captive in the police station run by the aristocrats...