Fang

I give my full co-operation to Ian in the days that follow our standoff. He is right the more we know for sure the better for me in the end. We concentrate heavily on the human form change, it being the form I need to travel with Ian and his Alpha to my soon to be new, temporary, home. It gets easier and even though his blood was necessary in the beginning I stop needing it which gives him another brain spasm.

As far as he can figure me out for now is that someone has seriously tampered with my DNA. It took hima whole day to explain the concept of DNA to me but I think I have it down pat now. Up to now my DNA acted like a defence mechanism, more words he needed to explain, taking the DNA I come into contact with during confrontation and changing me automatically into what I need to be to survive. He believes that I have a measure of subconscious control over this considering that I don’t change every time I eat for example.

From my first day in the den I had been blending in with my pack and had never been threatened so there was never a need for my body to shift. When I was attacked by Jenny I changed to her natural predator in order to survive and beat her. When Ian placed his bleeding human hand into my mouth I changed again simply to blend in. He thinks deep down I actually wanted to change into human form as they wished of me.

Ian also now believes that I had what he calls true forms. Forms that I should be able to change into at will and not only when I’m in danger. One of which is my wolf form and another my human form. He also suspects that my Werewolf form would be a true form because of who my mother was and suspects, though he tries and keeps this from me, another would be the vampire form like that of my possible father.

For now we don’t test the theories he has of my true forms. I have more than enough to get use to without complicating things further. We did one other test using the blood of a rabbit. The whole pack refused to eat rabbit for a week after. Sharing the pack mind with pray that is a pack member shook them up badly.

It is all very confusing and doesn’t make much sense but Ian assures me that he will get to the bottom of what I am even if it takes him a life time.

During our days together learning how to ‘mimic’ human behaviour I feel adrift the pack always present but seemingly further away with each passing day. At night I’m whole pack again nestled snugly between WindChaser and DenMother running free sharing their dreams.

It saddens me this newly forming rift but there is nothing to be done for it until I have the knowledge LongFang thinks I require I need to focus on my hunt for knowledge with the same single mindedness WildHunt focuses on big pray.

We did figure out an easier way for me to learn the very basics of being human. With me in human form and Ian in Werewolf form we could communicate and he could show me in a wolfish way what he wanted me to try and do. For example going from laying down to standing and back down and taking steps looked easy but required a combination of various body parts and muscles to accomplish. I definitely had a new sense of respect for humans after my first few steps send me down hard and bloody. I ended up curled up sore and often bleeding all over. I have always been a fast healer but DenMother still grew very hostile towards Ian as the days went by.

The language was a whole other matter. I could mimic the picture Ian showed me in the pack mind and similar sounds as those he projected to me came out of my human throat but that it meant what he said it did was hard for me to believe.

I tried my hardest and even now had dreams of being human and talking to other humans in this odd way. The pack did not appreciate these dreams but never once complained or voiced their irritation instead they were proud when I succeeded and disappointed with me when I failed. Ian was very thankful to all of them for their support and so was I.

The day of my departure drew closer too quickly and I felt like I still had things to say to my pack and do with my pack that could not possibly wait until I return but LongFang did not allow my thoughts to drag me to and fro.

The Alpha, Beta and Ian retreated out of the den to allow me as Ian put it to say my goodbyes. The whole pack crowded in on me and the soft wining left me feeling warm, loved and utterly alone. LongFang knew I would not be able to stand this for long and after fetching my mother’s things led me out to join my mother’s pack.

I very reluctantly follow Michael from the clearing my head hung my feet dragging. I did not even get to say goodbye to my milk brother or DenMother. She was so saddened by my departure that she had left the den and was stubbornly refusing to acknowledge anyone in the pack after having but a lot of distance between herself and us. WindChaserhad gone after her for he too was now only a soft whisper in my mind.

Ian seeing my mother’s things offered to carry them for me. Michael had decided that we would travel the first few days in the normal wolf fashion to give me time to adjust. I didn’t understand what I would need to adjust to but he was the Alpha so I didn’t argue or ask just followed. As we left LongFang had send out one last order that I was to follow this Alpha as I would him and his order raked a little but not too much this was after all My grandfather not just any other wolf.

It didn’t take us long to pass from our territory to that of our neighbouring pack. They were curious but let us pass without incident. I was a little awed to see the way their Alpha treated Michael. As a pup you don’t get a lot of respect and its one of the first things you notice when given to another.

It wasn’t so bad traveling with them they were very considered of my needs and wanted to be sure I was well fed and safe when we stopped for the night. I made a point of sending interesting details of everything I saw to all my siblings before curling up and they in turn kept me up to date on the pack’s day to day gossip. It was how I knew DenMother and WindChaser had not returned to the den but was still out roaming around. DenMother’s mind was silent in her sorrow and WindChaser not wanting to anger her kept his thoughts simple as well. I hoped they would return to the pack soon their absence was my fault even though DenMother blamed LongFang for letting me go.