It was dark when the wolves decided to leave. Remi, Zac, Mitchie and I all went outside with them. There was a full moon shining over head.
I frowned, I thought they were werewolves?
"Is there something wrong?" Mitchie asked. Apparently she'd seen me frown.
I looked over at the group of Indians.
"I thought you said you were werewolves" I said.
Shane furrowed his eyebrows, "We are."
"Then why aren't you all running wild as wolves right now?" I asked.
"What?" He asked, confused.
"True werewolves transform on the full moon. And they have to be bitten by another werewolf in wolf form. I assume none of you have bitten each other. Plus, they don't live in packs, like you seem to." I explained. I knew studying mythology would pay off someday.
Everyone was staring blankly at me.
"What?" I asked defensively.
"We don't transform we phase. And we do it at will, or when we're angry." Shane said. "And no, none of us bit someone else. We all phased naturally, as the werewolf gene matures."
"Oh, so you're shape-shifters?" I asked.
Shane shrugged, "Um, I don't know. What's a 'shape-shifter'?"
"It's what you are. You can 'Phase' at will, and you all phased naturally. So it's genetic. You just assumed the shape of wolves." I said.
Shane frowned, "I don't know, truthfully. I've always thought we were werewolves. I'll take it up with the Elders, I guess."
I shrugged, "If you want, but I'm telling you, you're all shape-shifters."
"Why should we believe you?" Connor asked.
"Well, you don't have to, but I studied this kind of mythology as a human. It's kind of fuzzy now, but I remember it well enough."
"What do you mean by 'This kind of mythology'?" Zac asked curiously.
"You know, vampires, werewolves, that kind of thing." I said.
"Really?" Remi asked, surprised.
I nodded.
"Hmm" Was all she said.
"Well we've got to go" Shane said.
"Bye!" We all said at the same time.
The pack walked into the forest and disappeared.
We all went back inside.
"You never told me you studied mythology when you were human" Remi said.
I shrugged, "It never came up."
"Well, what did you know about vampire's before you became one?" Mitchie asked, interested.
"They're mostly stupid." I said, grinning.
"Really? Tell us some!" Remi said.
"Okay."
They all sat down in the living room and Chris joined us, sitting next to Remi on the love seat she was on.
I sat down in an armchair, all eyes were on me.
"Well, of course there's the typical Hollywood version of vampires. The big long fangs, sleeping in coffins, turning to dust in the sunlight, can't touch garlic." I said, rolling my eyes.
Everyone rolled their eyes too, almost in unison.
"Then there were some completely crazy ones. Like there were only males, they were all a certain age, and they only had woman victims." I continued.
"Then there were some that I see now where pretty close. Almost exact, actually." I paused, looking around.
"Like?" Chris asked.
"They were legends, actually, Indian legends. There some form other countries also. The closest were the Quileute Indian legends. They called us the 'Cold Ones' and said we had cold skin, inhuman beauty, and were immortal. And the obvious, of course." I said.
"Really? That's what the Pack is. Quileute's." Zac said.
"Hm. That's weird. But it would make sense. The Quileute Indian's believe they descended from wolves."I said.
Mitchie shrugged.
"Hey Reagan, you want to go hunting with me, Mitchie, and Ben tomorrow?" Zac asked, changing the subject.
"Uh, yeah, that'd be good. I haven't hunted since I got here." I said.
"All right, cool" Zac said.
"Where we going?" I asked.
"Not sure, where ever we feel like I guess" Mitchie said.
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We had camp set up, and Zac and Mitchie have all ready left. Ben had volunteered to go with me.
I was staring out into the valley. We had set up on a peak, so there was a nice view.
Ben came up and stood beside me.
"Is something wrong?" He asked.
"I don't belong here" I said, not looking at him.
From the corner of my eye I saw him frown.
"Yeah you do" He said.
I shook my head, "I'm a monster."
"No" Ben said. "You're not. We've chosen a way of life that doesn't hurt innocent people."
"I killed someone" I whispered, still refusing to look at his face.
He pulled me into a hug.
"Reagan, it happens to everyone. Sometimes we can't help what we are, but we won't blame you for that." He said, comfortingly.
"But I blame myself! That guy could've had a girlfriend or a wife. He could've had kids! He had a family that loved him! And I took that away, because I couldn't control myself." I said, starting to sob tearlessly.
"Reagan, it's okay. You don't know who he was. He could've been a murderer or something. You can't hate yourself for making a mistake so easily. You're doing really well for a newborn." He said.
"Really?" I asked, finally looking in his eyes.
Ben nodded, "Yes. Most newborns have zero self-control and kill every human they come in contact with."
"You're just trying to make me feel better." I said.
He shook his head, "No, I'm not. I'm one hundred percent serious."
I sighed reluctantly. Maybe he was right, I shouldn't hate myself so much for slipping. However, I still couldn't totally forgive myself.
"Okay. Thanks." I said.
"You're welcome."
He let me go, and we took a step apart.
"Can we go hunt now?" He asked.
I bit my bottom lip, "What if..?"
I didn't have to finish my sentence because Ben knew what I was about to ask.
"If there are any humans, which there won't be, Zac and Mithcie will tell us." He promised.
"Besides, I'll be with you the whole time."
"Oh all right, let's go." I said.
Ben smiled and offered me his hand. I took it and smiled back. We took off into the forest.