My newest fanfiction for Wolfwalkers. I haven't written one in a long time, so I thought I'd get my gears running and write one.

I never thought I'd write one about Bill Goodfellowe, but I'd been curious about his life back in England and what he did afterwards. So I did it.

I wrote it in Goodfellowe's POV. It seemed appropriate to have it in his perspective. Even when I second guessed myself, I wanted to write this even if someone else did it first.

Well, enough of that, let's enjoy the story.

If you'd ask me what I would change from my life, well, let me tell you how life was.

I was born in England to loving parents. My mother, Rhonda, had brown hair with blue eyes. My father, John, had blonde hair like me with brown eyes. My mother owned a bakery and my father was a hunter. I was an only child, but I didn't want siblings. I couldn't ask for anything more.

When I was thirteen, it happened. I joined my father on a hunt, and it was my first time ever going on one. I had always begged to go, and I finally had my chance.

I joined him, and a few other hunters, into the forest. I was given a crossbow by one the men in the group. I looked at it, fascinated, ready to become a hunter.

We arrived at the forest, ready to commence the hunt. I entered, staying close to my father, holding the crossbow, while the rest scattered about. The forest was supremely serene; the sun peeked through the treetops and I'd see birds flutter about.

I then heard a twig snap and I clutched my crossbow, eyes wide. The other men held their weapons, ready to strike. I followed their example and got ready. My father stepped forward, holding his crossbow, and I watched as he ventured into the trees. I waited, as did the other hunters.

Then, from a bush, it leaped out. A wolf. One with gray fur. A wolf lunged at my father, clamping his jaws into his neck. I yelled as I saw the blood stream from my father's neck. He didn't even get a chance to defend himself.

I acted on instinct and pointed the crossbow at the wolf. I shot the arrow, watching as it landed in the wolf's wolf let out a cry, falling back, paws grabbing at the arrow. I stood as the hunters gathered round the wolf. One of them, a redhead, took out a knife and plunged it deep into the wolf's side. I was too stunned to move, much less look away. I held the crossbow, my eyes turned to my father, who laid, eyes staring into nothingness. Dead.

I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I look up to see one of my father's friends looking at me, then at the wolf, which was now dead.

"Well done," he said.

I look up at him, then at my crossbow. From there, I know where my destiny lies.

Breaking the news to my mother wasn't easy, and she broke down in tears when the hunters told her the news. I also teared up as well, devastated. I couldn't accept that I was never going to see my father again. I was never going to wake up to see him every morning, or say goodnight to him. I was

never going to see him come home from a hunt again.

The funeral was held a week later. I stood with my mother, who wiped her tears with a handkerchief. My father's friends came to the funeral as well. As I watched the grave being filled I swore that I would avenge my father and become a hunter.

The years went by and things were as they were even with my father dead. Mother ran the bakery, and I was nearing adulthood. When I turned eighteen, I left home, ready to carve my niche. I promised to write to my mother when I was settled. I could see she didn't want me to leave, but she understood I was becoming a man. I waved goodbye and went on my way.

I traveled for several days until I reached a town. It was bustling and filled with many people. It was more alive than my village. I found an inn and spent the night there. The following day, I started my search for a job.

I found a job at a bread and bar. Waiting tables and washing dishes wasn't undignified as many people think. The pay was good and I managed to find a place to stay. I wrote a letter to my mother soon as I was more settled. She sent back a letter saying she was proud of me. It made me happy to know that she believed in me.

A month later, I saw a group of me, returning from a hunt. I saw that they were in distress, and my curiosity pushed me to find out what was wrong. I approached them and asked what was wrong, and they told me they were one man short of a hunting group. Otto, the leader, explained they needed one more to join. Seeing my opportunity, I offered to join.

Even after my father died, I continued to hunt. I'd go with my father's friends, improving my skills. And joining these men would mark me as a hunter.

After that, I became one of them.

My earnings as a hunter were more beneficial than when I worked at the bread and bar. I was living the life I always dreamt of, and everyone admired us as we returned home. We were all friends and we'd be hunting till our last breaths.

Two years later I met her. Her name was Mary. She had just moved to the town, hoping to seek her fortune here. She was petite, slender and beautiful with blonde hair and gray eyes. And she caught my eye the moment I saw her.

I watched as she entered into a tavern, hoping to find a job, no doubt. I decided to follow her in, do the gentlemanly thing and introduce myself. I strode in, and found her at the counter. I introduce myself and we lost ourselves in conversation.

Mary came to start a new life after her parents died in her old village. I told her about how I lost my father, so that she'd know she wasn't alone in this. She enjoyed hearing about the life I had and I enjoyed hearing about her own exploits.

She began work at the tavern a few days after she arrived. She found a place to stay that was close to where I lived. I'd see her on her way to work and she'd see me on my way to hunt. When the day was done I'd sometimes stop into the tavern, order a drink, talk to Mary about my hunt. She was ready to listen and I was always had a story to tell.

I'd invite her for a walk every now and then. We'd go into the town square and talk. Other days I'd bring her to the bridge outside the town and we'd stand and watch the forest, or throw stones into the brook, watching to see if they'd skip.

One night, I took Mary out on a moonlit walk. We had been seeing each other for a few months now, and I wanted her to know what I felt for her. I took her into the forest, bringing my crossbow with me just in case. We walked until we reached a spot where the moon's rays hit the forest floor. It was perfect.

The silence of the forest was serene, and I couldn't wait to tell Mary how I felt. She stood underneath the moonlight, looking up at the treetops, and I got ready to tell her. I looked her in the eyes and I took a breath to steady myself. And I told her. I told her what I've been feeling, and was sure that I was in love with her.

Mary didn't say anything. At first. Then she admitted that she was feeling the same feelings I had, too. It was funny how we were both nervous to admit our feelings for each other.

She and I kissed. Our first kiss. From there, I knew we were to spend the rest of our lives together.

A year later we got married. We had our wedding in the church; Mary was dressed in white; I even managed to bring my mother in see me get married. I couldn't picture a more joyous day.

We wanted to start a family, and I couldn't wait to start one. While we waited, we continued our lives as usual. I would go on hunts, and Mary would work at the tavern. We eventually decided to have a cottage built in the forest, away from the bustle of the town. It was the ideal life: a cottage in the forest with nothing but the skies and the songbirds to grace our days.

Two years later, Mary fell pregnant. I was ecstatic, so was she. We were finally going to have that family we talked about. Our days and nights were spent waiting for the child. We didn't know if it was going to be a boy or a girl. I simply wanted the child to be healthy, no matter what gender it was.

Nine months passed, and Mary went into labor. I had a team of midwives ready for when it happened, and they arrived, ready to aid my wife. The labor lasted almost three hours, but eventually the child was birthed. I stepped inside our room and walked toward the bed. Mary looked at me with a smile on her face and holding a squirming bundle in her arms.

I leaned beside my wife and took agood look at our child. It was a girl. She had blonde hair with my blue eyes and Mary's nose. I smiled as she grabbed my finger with her whole fist. I knew what to name her that day.

Robyn.

I was there to see every first Robyn's accomplished. I saw her take her first steps. I heard her say her first word. I even saw the first time she laid her on a crossbow.

When she was five I took her hunting. Anyone else would think against it, but I needed to prepare her. Robyn waited everyday to see me return from a hunt. She yearned to be able to join me, and I was letting her. I was letting jer watch before I could allow her to have a weapon. She arms weren't strong enough to hold one yet.

Two years later, I had a crossbow crafted for her. Robyn's eyes lit up the moment I handed to her. She couldn't wait to start hunting with me. Her mother was more happy to see us of that evening. I kept her close as we walked deeper into the forest. We saw a wolf from a distance. I instructed Robyn to get ready and I watched how she angled her crossbow. I saw her shoot the arrow, and it hit the wolf's side. I still remember hearing its whimper as it fell down, bleeding. I told Robyn I was proud of her, and she smiled so widely I couldn't be any more proud.

Then came the day I bought Robyn a falcon. He was one of the few falcons captured and he was perfect. As I arrived home with the bird still in his cage I knew Robyn would be happy to have him. She named him Merlyn. The three of us would have a grand time in the forest, learning to track. Sometimes Mary would join us and watch Merlyn fly and catch piece of meat from my hand or Robyn's hand.

But I was not prepared for what happened.

My Mary fell ill. Pneumonia. It was a harsh winter, and I hoped we would abide well. We brought in a team of healers to the house. I kept Robyn away as much as possible, only letting her in when absolutely necessary. Robyn would bring tea to her mother and bowls of soup. The healers informed me that Mary would not last another day. I did what I had to and allowed Robyn a final moment with her mother. I stood by her side, watching her eyes drift, her hand dropping from Robyn's.

The funeral was held a week later. I watched as they buried my wife's casket, burying it once it was safely placed in the plot. Mary made me promise I'd keep Robyn safe. I was going to keep that promise as long as I live.

Two years later, we were instructed to move elsewhere. Ireland. I had been told there was an extermination of wolves going on there, and I was one of the lucky few to relocate and work alongside the Irish. It seemed like a good opportunity to start anew after my wife's death, and Robyn could use a change lf pace. I accepted and packed what little belongings we could take.

We arrived in Ireland, making out way to a town called Kilkenny. The moment we stepped foot I felt an unkindness in the townsfolk. It was clear that the rules here were different, and I knew they didn't take well to newcomers. But I was bent on making a home for us here.

One thing that was different was children were not allowed outside the town walls. This was something that Robyn was not used to, but she had to make the most of it.

Keeping her out of trouble was supposed to be easy, but it proved to be a problem when the Lord-Protecor saw her out in the town square. He ordered she go straight to the scullery, and that I'd be given two days to deal with the wolves. I did as I was told and told Robyn to go to the scullery.

I went on my way, checking the traps. Empty. I stood by a hedge, and I had the distinct feeling I was being watched. I waited, ready to see what was on other side. I found a strand of fur and plucked it from the branch. Finding nothing, I left and continued checking the other traps.

I returned home, seeing Robyn home, greeted me accordingly. I expected to hear about her day at the scullery when she reveals she left the town walls. I was disappointed that she disobeyed a direct order. I expected better from her. I was more surprised to tell me about wolfwalker; magic folk that could turn into wolves. She went to bed angry, as did I, but at least she would be going straight to the scullery in the morning. I escorted her directly to the castle, telling the oldest kitchen maid to make sure Robyn worked the whole day.

I left the town walls, going into the forest to start my search of wolves. It was raining and did my best to keep dry and alert. The traps were empty, and it seemed like misfortune plagued us. I returned home to prepare supper, and I saw Robyn return from her day at the scullery. I reminded her that work was prayer, that she needed to adjust to this new life. Robyn wasn't having it and she tried again to talk to me about the wolfwalkers. I wasn't having it and told her to stop her nonsense. Again she was fumed and she went to bed angry. I didn't like yelling at her, but she needed to let go of these silly little fantasies.

All was quiet as I slumbered. But later that night.

I was woken up by Merlyn's chirping. I climb the ladder to Robyn's alcove and see a wolf standing over Robyn. It snarled at me and went to grt my crossbow. I tried to wake up Robyn, but she was in such a deep sleep she couldn't hear me. I watched the wolf jump out the window and I ran outside to warn the town.

The soldiers arrived as soon as they heard the news. We scoured the town in search of that wolf. We didn't find it; it must've escaped, but we were kept looking. And hour passed and there was no sign of it. I saw that Robyn was finally awake. I told her about the wolf that stood over her as she slept. She was daunted to hear the news, but I myself was not prepared to hear what came next.

The Lord-Protector returned and he was not pleased to hear that I was unable to subdue a wolf. He was running out of patience with me and I was willing to prove myslf. He was willing to give me one more chance and not send me off to war. I needed to to keep Robyn safe.

The next day I started my job as a foot soldier. The day dragged on and I was focused on keeping in line. Late in the afternoon, the Lord-Protector called the townspeople to the town square. We were all gathered to witness it. A wolf inprisoned within a cage. I watched the Lord-Protector drag the wolf out. It had a muzzle and it had reddish brown fur with green eyes.

Chaos ran amok when a girl hurled herself onto the stage, running towards the wolf. She demanded the wolf to be released, proclaiming the wolf was her mother. It was an outrage and I was instructed on subduing the girl. I tried to catch her, but she outraced me. When I almost had her, the wolf bit me in the arm. The pain was unbearable, and I watched the girl escape the guards and climb up the walls. She revealed herself a wolfwalker and she was planning to bringing her wolves to save her mother.

The town was in a panic and I had to do my part on keeping Robyn safe. I watched her release the wolf. I tried to stop her, but she wasn't having it. Told me that she was already in a cage. I stood and watched her mount the wolf and take off, out toward the forest. I joined the ranks and followed after the wolf Robyn rode on.

When I arrived I saw Robyn with the wolf and the girl. And there was a pack of wolves. I shot an arrow at the wolf. Robyn tried to go after the girl, but I stopped her. That was when she revealed that she was a wolfwalker, too. I couldn't believe my ears. I was even more heartbroken when Robyn turned into a wolf when I held her sleeping form in my arms.

The Lord-Protector put a collar on me, and I walked, carrying Robyn's human body in my arms, knowing her wolf self was out there.

We marched on, delving deep into the forest. The Lord-Protector kept a close watch on me while also scanning the forest.

They they attacked us. The wolves.

They came in packs, outnumbering us. The soldiers held their own as the wolves attacked. I wanted to pitch in, but I had to stay put and keep Robyn safe. While the soldiers fought off the wolves, the Lord-Protector dragged me into a part of the forest I hadn't explored. It was behind a hedge, the same hedge I found the fur clump. We entered and found a hidden grotto and a waterfall. I stopped and the Lord-Protector found more wolves. I also found Robyn's wolf self. I knew what he was going to do, and I couldn't fight it.

I was overtaken by an unexplained anger. I fould hear my very blood boil. I blinked and it happened. I turned into a wolf. I was a wolfwalker from the bite the wolf gave me. I lunged at the Lord-Protector and I was ready to give him a piece of my mind. He cut me on the face with his sword, but I pressed on. I was about to bite him when he clamped his sword in my jaws. I hold my own and fight against him.

We were both surprised when we saw Robyn intervene and shot an arrow through the Lord-Protector's rifle. Seeing my chance, I bit into the Lord-Protector's armor. My teeth penetrate the armor, and I soon taste flesh. I was going to turn him into the very thing he hated. Before I can deliver the final blow, the Lord-Protector takes off his armor and plunges into the waterfall.

I share a moment with Robyn, just relishing the fact that she was safe. I follow her into the cave, and see the wolves gathered around a woman with bright red hair. The girl I saw in the town square is there, too. This is all I need to know that she'd her daughter. Robyn goes up to her and I watch her use their magic to heal the woman. The wolves offered their help by howling. I did the humane thing and howled with them.

After it was over, I see the woman awaken and she takes the girls in her arms. I smile sadly, seeing that Robyn feels at home with the wolves and the woman and her daughter. I can see there's no place for me here.

I readied to leave when Robyn stopped me. The redheaded woman asked me to stay, too. Telling me I was one of them. I joined her side and just took in the warmth of the pack. Of belonging.

Robyn freed me from my shackles and after I woke up I knew we wouldn't be going back to Kilkenny. The wagon I saw in the forest was in good condition and up for grabs. Moll, Mebh's mother, helped me clean in up. The Lord-Protector's horse was left abandoned after his master died. We took him in and made him our steed. From there, the girls, Moll and I set off with the wolves in search of a new home. Merlyn flew above us and the day was grand.

Now, back to what I spoke of earlier. What would I change from my life? Nothing. I wouldn't change anything from it. I like myself the way I am. Robyn enjoys being a wolfwalker, and Mebh likes having a new sister.

And me. Well, after a year together, Moll and I got married. We felt we were ready to start a new niche in our lives, and the girls approved of our union.

I don't also mean to come of as boastful, but Moll and I are going to be expecting a new child. Robyn and Mebh are excited to have a new member of the family, and the wolves are happy to welcome a new wolfwalker.

Between losing our home and starting a new one, I can honestly say I'm happy in my new life.

I can't imagine it any different.

I've been out of practice, but that's why I wrote this fanfiction. Plus, I thought it was fun to explore Bill's past before he came to England. I just hope this story is worth it.

Thank you for reading. Reviews are appreciated.