Excerpt - Covenant - Enna

“Toni, you still believe Elena is alive?”

“She is! I have seen her, but she is unable to shift into her human form. I have been in communication with her, and last night we were able to share our thoughts and those of the pack. She is their alpha.”

“Have you stopped taking your medication?”

“I never started. There is nothing wrong with me!”

“Toni, I just want to help, but you are not a shape-shifter.”

“You were there in the cave when I came out of my wolf form. You saw it then, as you saw it before in February. You cannot tell me that you are so hung up on your science and tangible proof that you will not allow yourself a belief in the supernatural.”

“I believe in many things, Toni. It is why I wanted us to meet again, and it has nothing to do with my relationship with Regan. Neither one of us would ever hurt you. Besides she is in love with you.”

“No, she is in love with what I am!”

“And what exactly is that?”

My anger soon boiled over, and I lost control. I shifted to my wolf form, jumped on Enna’s desk, knocking things everywhere, and stared her down. I growled. She accidentally fell backward from her chair and hit the floor with a crash. Good thing her floor was carpeted. She lay there for a second before reaching for the letter opener thrown from the desk along with her papers, readers, notepad, and pen. She stabbed me in the shoulder blade, but I hardly felt it through my thick fur. It only distracted me temporarily. I grabbed the letter opener with my mouth and spit it out, and it harmlessly fell to the floor. She quickly ran into the breakroom, slamming the door behind her, screaming “Holy Shit! What the Fuck!”

I suppose I could have stopped her. After a while, I heard her voice.  It was quiet, meek. “Toni?” She was sobbing. I could sense her trembling with fear. I shifted back again.

“Do you believe me now, Dr. Weber?” I said in my most whimsical tone. “I told you so.” There was no response, right away. I paused. 

 “Hey, while you are in there, could you bring me something to wear? Ah, and I might need a Band-Aid.”

She opened the door slightly and handed me what looked like a lab coat, then closed the door, almost crushing the damn thing before I could grab it.

“Doc, open the door. I promise I will not hurt you,” I said, musing about Little Red Riding Hood.

The door slowly opened as she hesitantly peeked at my now human form dressed in the lab coat and came out of the breakroom. I observed her movements as she slowly backed up toward her fallen chair while she kept a watchful eye on me. I was trying not to chuckle at the thought of her logical mind trying to process what happened. I know that may sound somewhat childish of me, but damn it, enough is enough! I honestly did not think I would shift, or could, but I was just plain, damn tired of all the secrecy. My ability to transition must be getting stronger, I thought.

Once she collected herself and straightened up her desk, Enna put the chair right side up and sat down, while keeping an eye on me. I was trying to squash my exuberance as I took a seat across from her with the desk conveniently in between us. She opened her desk drawer, and her hand nervously shook as she pulled out a bandage and handed it to me. I waited for her to speak because I refused to explain why I did what I did, but frankly, it was about time she pulled her head full of scientific theories and bullshit out of her ass.

“You need a minute?” I asked. “I can go outside for a while.”

“No, no, well, yes, maybe, kind of, sort of.”

“Why, Dr. Weber, a loss for words?” I challenged.

“Okay, first off,” she scolded. “You cannot just spring this shit on someone!” Then she leaned across her desk and touched my shoulder.

“Did I, ah, hurt you?”

“No, the cut has probably healed. I honestly did not plan on this, but I am glad it happened. You needed to see.”

“A little warning next time, please?”

“Sorry. I am surprised at how well you are taking this.”

“Believe me, it is not as easy as you perceive. In seconds, I had to reevaluate everything I learned about biology, genetics, science, and nature while you were acting like a smartass.”

“Sorry, Doc.”

“Whew,” she took a deep breath and then spoke. “Okay, my eyesight must be fucked. I know what I saw, even without my readers, whether my mind wants to acknowledge it or not.”

“Okay, good start, Doc.”

“So, you are a shape-shifter?”

I briefly opened the lab coat and showed her where she stuck me and the gash that was now just a blemish. “Now you’ve got it,” I said.

“I’m not sure I got it . . . . How is this even possible?”

“Evolution,” I answered. “I am a descendant of Aradia."

"Excuse Me?"

"Yes Enna. I know it's hard to believe. In Italian mythology, she went by many names, the Great Goddess, the Moon Goddess, and even, "Queen of the Witches" but she was also known as Lilith in other circles.”

Excerpt - Covenant - Origins

“Aunty? What ever happened to Maria? What is L’ordine Del Lupo?”

“Ah, your Italian has improved since I last saw you. You were barely 21. We will talk about Maria another time, my curious one. Please take comfort that Maria lived a long life, and remained in her wolf guise, even in her death. I will take you to our sacred grounds when the time comes as she is buried with others of our kind.”

“There were more of us?”

“Oh yes. Your great, great grandmother, Antionette whom you were named after, and my mother Lucia whom I lost when I was so very young and others before them. My mom’s early death limited my education with all of this, which is why the journal seemed so incomplete. But I will tell you what I do know of witchcraft and L’ordine Del Lupo.”

And so she began...

“The Origini or origins of the ‘blessed’ mythology tells of a spirit referred to as Lilith whose energy existed in the atmosphere and sprung from an unknown mighty force. In certain circles, the people believed that this force was nature, a Goddess who existed alongside the Christian God, but in secret. The story goes that God transformed Lilith into a human to serve Adam. This was a punishment against the Goddess, who had spurned God’s deceitful and immoral advances. The Goddess, however, did not want Lilith to endure what she had. The Goddess gave Lilith special gifts, like the ability to see into the future, to create remedies for healing and prosperity, and the inner strength to be self-sufficient. She also imbued her with the knowledge of the universe and a belief that her personal choices were to be valued, respected, and not ignored. She never wanted Lilith to feel powerless or made to serve Adam or anyone. Lilith was the first feminist and you already know in centuries to follow, some called the followers of Lilith witches.

Adam though, had come to fear Lilith’s abilities and asked God to bring him someone that he would not fear. As such, Eve sprung from Adam’s rib so the bible tells. After granting Adam’s request, God still cursed Lilith by turning her into a creature of the night, a wolf. God told Adam to follow in the light, always, as reparation for the gift of Eve, which he had bestowed upon him. If Adam did that, God would protect him when night fell.

Although the Goddess’s powers were limited, she was able to transform Lilith into her human form during the day, but Lilith reverted to her wolf form at night. Lilith continued using her talents to help others as she traveled to faraway lands when she was human. Eventually, her wolf form waned and only appeared during the full moon cycles. As time progressed, the word of Lilith began to spread and her teachings and healing abilities were well known everywhere.  

After the death of Eve’s son, Abel, by Cain’s hand, God made Cain immortal so that he would walk the earth for an eternity to live with the guilt of his crime. However, Lilith took pity on Cain, and to atone for his sins, he helped Lilith recruit other followers to her teachings. Lilith believed as the Goddess believed that there could only be harmony and equality if humans co-existed with nature for the benefit of all people, not just a select few.

Lilith and Cain’s descendants created supernatural beings, some manifested as good, others, as evil. You know them today as fairies, elves, demons, sprites, vampires, druids, and witches. The Druids were great teachers and prophets that possessed knowledge, beyond the physical realm, but unlike those beings who could exist alongside humans, they often hid in the shadows and formed other secretive sects. Vampires and witches could take human or animal form so they were able to live in the mortal world.

For witches, though, Lilith’s lineage was weak. Some of her kin retained their wolf form as day turned into night while others stayed human, and few could be both. Those who no longer possessed their wolf form when the full moon was high, formed an organization called The Order of the Wolf, in Italian it means ‘L’ordine Del Lupo’ to help protect those who could shift, ‘the blessed,’ from others who would do them harm. The offspring of Cain, however, needed human blood to survive, and could only exist in the dark. This is why vampires cannot survive during the day, as they would perish due to the sun's light.

As the wheel of time turned and after Lilith’s mortal death, Cain chose to bury himself deep into the ground because he could no longer live knowing he could not control his need to kill others to survive. Without Lilith to guide him, his guilt and shame sent him into a dark depression and finally a kind of quiet death, never to rise again. The Order of the Wolf continued to prosper for centuries thereafter, through wars, religious upheavals, and famine with one goal, to keep Lilith and Cain’s histories alive and to use the powers of nature and the universal energy of the cosmos to bring about health and prosperity to those who needed it and would never take it for granted.”

“So, I’m a descendent of Lilith?”

“Yes. You my little one, can be human or wolf any time day or night, and you are a powerful witch.”

“So, other supernatural creatures have co-existed with humans throughout the centuries?”

“Yes, but you may not have seen them. They are at risk if found out and some cannot pass for humans, but you will feel them when the winds blow, storms rage, the grounds shake, the tides shift or the leaves fall. Their energy is all around you; some say Lilith’s unyielding, eternal power and goodwill still exist within all of them, even beyond her mortal death. Nevertheless, my little one you must beware of organizations that sprung up alongside The Order of the Wolf, as they had other goals. Some, to extinguish or control those who are different, and others, like The Covenant, kept watch over the supernatural population and would interfere, should a species become harmful to humans. It was believed that the members of The Covenant could see that which is unseen, but it is unknown as to how they received their second sight, as we called it. Many other organizations pretended to carry the banner of protection for all humans, but it was seldom equal.”

“So, are any of these organizations still around, today?”

“Sadly, I do not know. Since the Salem Witch Trials and the destruction of the wolf population, including many of those who were ‘blessed,’ few members of the Order of the Wolf remained. As far as the Covenant, it was assumed they split off into other factions, so there isn’t much information I have for you with their history.”

“I can’t be the only wolf-human shapeshifter alive?”

“I do not know how many of us are left and you might be the last of our kind. I was however, told of a prophecy when I was a little girl by my grandma Antionette that one day a child would be born out of wedlock on a Spring Equinox and that she would be the key to a new evolution for the ‘blessed’ and that her lineage would be powerful enough to continue our kind. I believe your birth was prophesized.”

“Me?”

“Yes, my little one.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I am your father’s biological mother, not your grandma Sophia. My DNA was passed down to you through him because I had an affair with Sophia’s husband. Because of this, I was ex-communicated. Sophia raised your dad as if he was her own because the family believed that a child should not suffer for the sins of the parents. However, because Sophia did not have any female children and I was the eldest sister and unwed when I gave birth to your father; that is how you became one of the ‘Blessed,’ and why I believe the prophecy has come true.”

 “I’m sure that’s purely coincidental.”

“You still do not believe? My love, you are an evolutionary miracle and command great powers like the witches of old. Remember that day by the river basin? I came because I felt your energy when you cast your spell.”

“So, it was you, in your wolf guise.”

“Yes. But you already knew that deep down inside.”

“True, and now, I’m starting to believe…everything.”

“Good. You must remain vigilant, be careful, and embrace all that is you, as it will serve you going forward. It is why you were given the gift with my bite earlier than your 35^th birthday, that day.”

“So, you planned that?”

“Yes, as I said before, I grow weary of this life. I wanted your transition to happen sooner so that we would have enough time together for me to teach you all I know.”

“And the letter?”

“I wanted to get that to you sooner but couldn’t, so I hid it in the journal.”

“But what if I didn’t find the journal?”

“I had faith you would, Prophecies are seldom wrong.”

“True.”

Labels are for Campbell's Soup Cans

When it comes to intimate, romantic relationships, I was programmed like everyone else to expect that one person should meet all our needs. Yet for me, it seemed unrealistic. Especially as I matured, monogamy seemed increasingly unrealistic. The added pressures, expectations and complex personalities in general, I would think, could lend itself to problematic, unresolved conflicts, miscommunications, jealousy, or worse, infidelity. I did find some success with monogamous relationships, but they never lasted, as I compromised too much of myself in order to meet my partner’s needs and mine were rarely met.

In my early 20’s, I was engaged to my high school sweetheart, but when I met his ex-girlfriend, I started to feel an overwhelming attraction to her. It was a complicated time in my life as I struggled with finding my own identity. Was I gay? bi? exploring?  Concepts like polyamorous relationships never crossed my mind. I was raised in a monogamous household and led to believe in my family’s idealistic view of spending the rest of my life with one person. Still, I always wondered, “Why do I have to choose?”

After my breakup with my fiancé and realizing I was indeed in love with his ex, I felt certain that I was a lesbian, until I met Tina and Randy in my late 30’s. Sure, the concept of polyamory did intrigue me but, I soon realized that I had a very ignorant view of what that was. I learned it’s not cheating, swinging, a one-night stand, serial monogamy, or polygamy. Poly-situations involve two or more people in a caring, nurturing, intimate, enjoyable and satisfying existence. It’s a non-possessive, honest and ethical approach to loving more than one person at the same time.

Tina and Randy had an open marriage and I was just coming out of a monogamous relationship with a woman who was transitioning to male. The word transgender was something new to me. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine myself in such a confusing scenario. What I endured in my relationship to Adina becoming Anthony made my past indiscretions seem like child’s play. After Anthony, I was done with labels. Every definition of who I was up to that point in my life made absolutely no sense. I wasn’t looking for a commitment or long-term arrangement with Tina given all I had been through. Perhaps that was why she fascinated me so much.

Tina and Randy were the first couple I ever met that I related to, given my own experiences wondering if I was gay, bi, or straight. I didn’t have a relationship guru to turn to and not a lot of references to research. My upbringing did not prepare me for the overwhelming emotional roller coaster ride I was on. And I hate amusement parks. It wasn’t until I became attracted to Randy that polyamorous made sense. Of course, I questioned my lesbian status, but after coming out of the transgendered relationship, my view of gender conformity, sexual expression or what was defined as gay, straight, etc., changed considerably. We shared a committed triad and I felt pretty good for a while, safe and stable. At that time, I was still adjusting to being back in my biological families’ good graces after going through 13 years without their support. I was abandoned by them because I chose a different path and if it wasn’t for my father dying…

With Randy and Tina, I felt a sense of security and was loved unconditionally. But I was still not convinced that poly was the right choice for me. Had I chosen them or was it a situational convenience that motivated me after my split from Anthony? I think I’d probably still be with them if Tina hadn’t become less and less present in my life. Randy and I both felt that she was struggling with her own view of herself and couldn’t admit she was bisexual, given her own strict orthodox Catholic upbringing. Denying her true self is what prevented the relationship from moving forward and eventually, brought it to an end. I am still close to both of them but we share a deep friendship now.

Trust has always been an issue for me, so true intimacy has never been achieved in either my poly-situations or when I was married to Karen, around 2 years after my split with Tina and Randy. I think, if anything, I remain open to the possibilities. Every situation is different and the people involved are complicated and complex, just as much as I am. If anything, I’ve become my own personal relationship guru. Writing has become my chosen platform of expression and my inner voice, a kind of dictionary to help me translate my ever-changing world. 

These days I find myself becoming more isolated and less obsessed with finding the right partner.  I am well-aware that I say partner now instead of the right woman. I am still a work in progress, grappling with my own fears of abandonment.  I am not certain I believe in monogamy no more than I’m convinced that polyamory is the right path, or if who I am can be defined. Nowadays, there are so many more labels to pick from sitting on life’s proverbial shelf, just like Campbell’s soup cans.

What I’ve learned is that in any relationship, communication is key. Everyone has to be on the same page.  It’s common sense.  If you are monogamous then why would you pursue someone who is poly and vice versa? Ah…. but here we go again with labels and rigidity.  To me, love, gender and sexuality should remain as fluid as the parties involved. And somewhere along the line, I have to believe that I can achieve the right balance and the right relationship, no matter if it is poly, monogamous, trans, bi, gay, queer, non-binary, etc., etc., etc.

Wherefore Art Thou Lesbian?

Thursday May 7, 2009 @ 1:53pm

Once upon a time many years ago when I was just a little squire, I began my journey into Leather Land. I was in my 30’s, playing softball, when I was approached by a fan, or rather a groupie, who had come out often, almost every Sunday at Waveland just to watch me play. One day she had commented that she never saw someone so greedily drop to her knees to snag a grounder, not even hesitating about the pain it may cause. She also said that I seemed so proud with the scrapes and bruises I would obtain from a well-played game. I know personally, that if I wasn’t dirty or at least bleeding, I didn’t feel I played at my best. Needless to say, I was a masochist and didn’t know it at the time, so this wonderful lady decided to introduce me to BDSM, and a brand new world had opened up for me.

Coming into the leather lifestyle as a woman back in 1995 was terrific. The Chicago leather scene flourished with many opportunities, organizations and social clubs like SLUTS, who met every Thursday downstairs at the Eagle and Visions, a local dance bar that welcomed leather women into their primarily traditional, vanilla lesbian space. Visions had a leather night put aside once a week for women and held a local Ms. Chicago Leather contest, the winner going on to compete in the upcoming International Ms. Leather competition taking place here in Chicago for the first time. IMsL normally ran their competition out of their home base San Francisco, so it was a historic event having the contest and the event at the Bismarck hotel on July 22, 1995. I attended that event and also met some members of Leather United Chicago, a pansexual leather club that I became an associate member of. LUC (Leather United Chicago) used to meet once a month and I found it to be a great source for meeting people, gay, lesbian or straight. Besides SLUTS, CLAW, a women’s social network in Chicago was very affluent and would host seminars and workshops for the women’s BDSM and Fetish communities at large. Being a leather woman was not only about outreach and education but also about having fun and meeting other leather gay women. Besides the leather scene for lesbians, there were dance bars like Paris, Augie & CK’s, Temptations, Lost and Found, and the Closet that were also available to women. It was a great time to be a gay woman, having various opportunities to hang out with friends rather you were vanilla or into leather.

The next several years found me more immersed in the leather community as an associate member of LUC attending various leather runs outside of Illinois and fundraising events held at the Eagle locally. Through LUC, I met and fell in love with a transgender female to male, but found myself at odds with social groups like CLAW who held women-only play parties. Despite understanding that these events were women-based, I still found it hard to accept that we as a couple were no longer welcomed but I maintained ties to CLAW on my own as well as became more active in the pansexual community as a couple.

While my partner was recovering from breast reconstructive surgery to complete his final transition to male, we took some time off from the Chicago Leather Scene to focus more on our home life. The late 90s was certainly great for us personally but by early 2000, the reality of a 24/7 relationship began weighing heavy on my mind. Part of the problem was him adjusting to his new look on the job as well as some outside factors socially pushing him to remain home bound and not out and about as we once were. His uneasiness to be in the public eye was due to people’s reactions to his change. It hurt him more being disrespected by certain folks who in the past were respectful to him, but now suddenly distant. They would not refer to him as he or Sir, and never called him by his more male-identified name. To me, it seemed like every time we were out there was conflict between him and some people who simply did not get this whole transgender thing, so rather than fighting the prejudice, we became more introverted, which proved unsettling for me.

The day I moved out was the hardest thing I ever had to do. He truly wanted a traditional wife, one to cook, clean, take care of him, and the house, etc. This is a most difficult thing to adjust to when you are still working two jobs, and going to school part time. I know he had hoped that financially he could afford for me to remain home, not have to work full-time so that I can complete my degree in exchange for taking on the more housewife role. Unfortunately, life simply does not work out that way. Eventually, I left the leather scene to handle the personal trauma I was dealing with after the break up but when I was finally ready to venture back out into the leather lifestyle, I had found that it had changed dramatically. I was out of touch and not aware of any women-oriented groups that were still in existence. SLUTS had already disbanded years ago, Visions closed, and if I went to the local leather bars I rarely saw any women out. Leather United Chicago had undergone some changes internally and most of their members were not active socially any longer but CLAW was still around and hosted the women’s meet and greet usually at the Cell Block during IML.

What was more disappointing to me was finding out that dance bars like Augie & Cks, Paris, recently, Temptations, and even Lost and Found had closed their doors to the lesbian population. Luckily I was still playing softball and had joined a women’s bowling league because without those social outlets I would not have met a new friend who invited me to attend a play party at a private club called Just Fabulous. This was truly a unique experience because Just Fabulous was primarily a heterosexual environment. Once they closed I started to go to the Leather Rose and another place called Gallery Domain, both of which are private member only spaces and straight. It was fun for a while being only 1 of maybe 3 lesbians that were members but I was single now and looking for other gay women or transgender female to male play partners. Despite this set back, I forged on eventually becoming a founding member of the Chicago Leather Club in 2002. CLC is a pansexual organization as was LUC and the opportunity to build a new club was very important to me and for my sanity. I had hoped it would bring out more gay leather women socially, but we received more support from the straight community and eventually we also gained some gay male members. CLC does have some lesbian members still but other than that, I really did not see any social networks or clubs for lesbian leather women only.

These days, despite the opportunities that are available on the Internet, the recent trend of low social visibility in the lesbian leather community has affected me greatly, although bars like Stargaze, the Closet and now the Velvet Rope remain open but are primarily lesbian-based and neither of these support the leather women’s community that I know of. I am unaware of any BDSM women-only spaces to date or if there are any lesbian, leather-based organizations or social networks that meet regularly in Chicago. If anyone out there has some useful information for me regarding the lesbian leather scene here in Chicago, rather it be clubs, social groups like CLAW, or any other organizations that are in support of leather women, please feel free to email me at squirelisa@comcast.net.

Update on Saturday, May 11, 2013 at 01:25AM by Lisa Lacriola aka T.Langdon Squire

OMG! – Updated  Monday June 8, 2009 @ 10:31pm

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THE HUNTER ARIAN

It is in the form of a wolf that I am able to feed. Since my untimely death, I’ve never been able to take the blood of a human being. Although I need blood to survive, it’s much easier to let the pack make the kill so that I can satisfy the hunger. To watch such magnificent beasts surround their prey, stalking, planning, waiting for the right opportunity to strike, is a most memorable experience. It is why I chose this form.

I am powerful and exquisite. My coat of fur is a brownish-tan with silver and black patches. The grayish tint which surrounds my eyes gives me a rich and princely appearance. I am the Alpha of my pack and although the males try to win my affections, it is the female of the species which hold my interests. You see it was a female wolf that made me immortal.

I moved to the outskirts of this forest about a year ago. I needed the isolation and the convenience enabled me to run with the wolves. Once the realization of what I had become set in, my human form became obsolete. At first I couldn’t adjust to the change in lifestyle, stalking women to feed my insatiable appetite for blood. I love women and to destroy something so dear and precious was inconceivable. It is when I travel into town that I choose my human form. The nearby college where I teach provides a natural cover, keeping my true identity hidden.

Night school is filled with wonderful women but I couldn’t possibly take their lives from them in order to survive. Unless I can master how to feed without destruction, they are simply off limits; thus making this new existence a dilemma. In my mortal life I was never without a lady friend. I always fancied the young ones exciting and innocent. My innate power, money, beauty and intelligence attracted the finest mortals on the face of this fine earth. But each time I would allow myself the pleasure of their company, instincts would take over. Being a vampire does have its rewards, eternal youth, but without a way to control the hunger, I had to give up the need for companionship. It was the only way I could hang on to my own humanity which was quickly vanishing, the need for blood greater than any other pleasures available.

It was with great uneasiness that a new student transferred into my night class. She was different from the rest. More mature than the others, worldly, self-assured, and extremely intimidating. When she walked into the room her presence was felt by all, including myself. She had soon become a reminder of why I liked those young things, easy to control and manipulate to my whim. In mortal years, she was about 40, and her wavy, shoulder-length hair, coupled with a body to die for, the most sensuous lips I have ever seen, mesmerized me. Her slender neck beckoned me; my keen eyesight drawn to her beating pulse rippling through those dark, blue veins enticing me to devour the surrounding flesh.

On the student roster, her name was Arian Masters. I began to feel a certain physical attraction for Arian as the semester continued. Her feminine beauty was overwhelming. When I wasn’t around her, I would see her in my dreams. Thinking my dreams were some kind of an omen, or perhaps a warning, I was incapable of trusting her. But despite my fear, the growing attraction was gaining control of my vast strength. I couldn’t understand what power she possessed over me. Whenever she was in my presence, I found myself desperately needing to run free, out of her clutches, like in my dreams. She made me nervous, an eerie sensation, I’ve never experienced before.

The midnight hour is the most productive time for the pack. It is our playtime. Like clock work it comes, after feeding, but before sleeping. I called it our grooming hour. It was during these moments that I felt a sense of happiness and belonging. Although I felt alone at times, my pack growing to an odd number found me without a grooming partner. And denying myself the pleasure of human companionship, the emptiness convinced me to let another wolf enter our family, the need greater than the fear.

It was the morning of the first frost that the pack noticed a lone wolf slowly approaching from the direction of the main highway that encircled our domain. I remember it well. Her arrival also marked my five-year anniversary as an immortal being. Her approach was cool and sophisticated as she proceeded with speed and agility. I had sensed a confrontation and taking charge of my role, I stood my ground. But to my surprise she didn’t attack. She stopped about 10 or more feet away from me and took a heeling position. It was like she was waiting for some kind of sign that it was okay to join our playful activities. Her non-threatening howls, meek and muffled, caused a stir, as the pack looked on eagerly, awaiting my approval.

I remember seeing her pass through our way before, but never once did she come in as close as she did that day. This time I got a good look at her and immediately became fascinated by her beautiful, muscular frame. Her coat was not entirely different from my own, but she was a little older than I judging by the thick and dark mane of her neck. Curious, I allowed her to join our playtime, an encounter that soon proved beneficial. Ah, the joys of grooming. She was different than any other members of my pack. It was as if she knew what I liked, favoring an intelligence, not apparent in the other wolves. I found myself always searching for her as each day passed by. After grooming she would disappear into the wilderness. I never knew when she would return, but I always felt her presence whenever she was in my territory. I had grown accustomed to her comings and goings and was eager each time she would appear.

It seemed like months had pass, not seeing her, until one cold Halloween night, the pack venturing down towards a running stream, frantic in their movements. An overwhelming sense that something was amiss forced a resonant howl as a warning to the pack that danger was near. I had spotted a human form in the distance, a hunter, reloading a rifle. I scampered ahead of the pack to investigate, the rest of the pack stopping in their tracks to await further instruction. As the hunter grew closer, I heard a shot whistle through the chilling air, hitting me in the chest. I found myself stumbling to the cold ground, the pain worse than anything I’ve felt in my young lifetime. The loss of blood caused my mind and spirit to drift to unconsciousness. What I remember about the ordeal was the hunter standing over me, the look of delight etched on her face, proud of the prize she had snared.

I awoke to find myself in a cage with bandages wrapped around my wounded chest. I couldn’t tell where I was and I wondered why I didn’t return to my human form. This led me to believe that I never died at least not in the physical sense. Vampires can’t truly die unless their heads are cut off and a stake is driven through their hearts. Once the form they possess at the time of apparent death occurs, the vampire returns to its natural façade, usually human form. I tried desperately to transform but to my dismay, I couldn’t. I had loss too much blood in the attack and in this weaken state, I am truly helpless. I wanted to just die. But I was alive and it was obvious to me that someone or something was sustaining my very existence a reality I was increasingly becoming aware of and terrified.

Within the next hour of my incarceration, a figure came into view. To my surprise it was Arian, still in her army fatigues. She pushed a bowl of food through a small space between the ground and the cage. I was in a difficult predicament, not only caged but also unable to eat solid foods. The hunger can only be quenched by the taste of blood. I didn’t care though, I knew that without the precious blood I would eventually die and dying would be better than being caged.

I had all these mixed emotions. There was this beautiful woman that I admired greatly who could be a part of my future, but this same woman has the power to control my death. If I could only muster up enough strength to transform back into a vampire, I would gladly make my first kill. Love does not conquer all when your life is threatened. Her demise would give me great pleasure as a vampire, and my mercy would make her death less painful.

I only saw Arian in the evenings. As each day went by, I grew weaker. I knew she couldn’t possibly understand why the food she was giving me wasn’t helping, but I didn’t comprehend why she was trying to save me in the first place. It was a mystery to me. Perhaps she didn’t mean to kill me after all? I was losing myself grappling with these thoughts about her, my anger fading as quick as my strength.

By the morning of the fourth day, I began to shiver. Whimpers replaced my resonant howls and the hunger pains became intense. Arian brought another bowl of food, only this time the meat was still covered in blood. Reveling in the change of luck, I lapped up the juice that was surrounding the meat like a fountain of gushing water. She watched with instant curiosity and utter fascination as I devoured every bit of the precious liquid.

“So that’s what you needed all along, she said. Blood. My hunch was correct.”

I didn’t entirely understand what she meant but she insisted on her hunch and brought me another bowl of the nutritional blood. She then began to speak to me as if I would understand.

“I’ve been searching for you for the past five years. I thought I had killed you but in my inexperience I created you. I could sense that you were near when I entered your classroom. You looked so different than you did when I attacked you years ago. Your hair is longer, darker, you don’t wear glasses anymore and your eyes are a different color now than before. But that day our paths crossed in the wilderness, I knew that you were my protégé.”

As my mind began to whirl, I remembered the attack, but it was a wolf that attacked me not a human. I had always sensed that because I survived and soon discovered that I was a vampire, the wolf must have been a vampire as well. I took the form of a wolf with the hope that one day I might find out. I stared into Arian’s eyes, watching her as she quickly opened my cage. Still weakened, instinct made me attack. In a split second, I wrestled her to the ground and suddenly her human form vanished, transforming back into a wolf, her familiar scent overwhelming my rage. At first I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, so I ceased the attack. It was in that intense moment I realized that we were indeed one in the same. Reunited with my Sire, I heeled. For it was the midnight hour, and just like clockwork, playtime commences, after eating, but before sleeping. Ah…the joys of grooming.