Never Cry Wolf

Never Cry Wolf

By Kalina Wolfe

Prologue – Why me?!

‘I’m just a normal girl, so why me?!’ – That was the first thing I thought when I learned of my fate, and it was absolutely true. I’d lived in the same house, on the same street in a small rural town in woodsy West Virginia for as long as I could remember.

I had a few good friends who I trusted with my life and a family that loved me. I was not very popular, but I was a good student. I never really had a boyfriend – most boys just thought of me as the girl with the huge, geeky glasses. But that was okay with me. The way I thought of it was that if they didn’t like me for who I was, I really didn’t want to be around them.

All my friends, though more specifically Jenna, had always told me that I could easily become the most beautiful girl in school. I never really took it to heart though. I had wide, light-blue eyes that were always hidden beneath my monstrous, brown plastic glasses. My black hair came down to about my elbows, but I had usually kept it up in a loose bun. I had always, and I mean Always, wore baggy clothes that had practically consumed me.

There were only 2 things about me that were unique. One was my unnatural obsession over vampires and werewolves. Eric had started calling me Queen Vampira of the Werepeople all of the time, though he usually shortened it to just Queen Vampira or Vampira. Eventually the name had stuck and everyone started calling me Vampira, even the teachers.

The second one was my ability to draw. Mr. Seckman, my former Advanced Art Class teacher, once told me that he could seriously imagine my pictures coming to life. I’d had this talent practically since I was a toddler. Mom told me that since I was able to pick up a pencil, I was drawing things that could put Van Gogh to shame.

I have never really known where my inspiration came from. I would just randomly see things in my mind and then draw them. Most of my pictures were of the same 9 people – none of them had aged a day since I’d started drawing them. ‘

There were two boys and three girls just about my age, 16, though I had begun to draw them when I was five.

One of the boys I named Mitchell, reminded me of a large brown wolf – in fact I had often drawn him with one. He had a kind of wolf-like body. He was muscular, but lithe, not at all boyish. Chocolate hair was trimmed neatly around his head with bangs that were about to the middle of his emerald green eyes.

The other, Vincent, was quite the opposite. He had this beauty was quite unnatural. His skin was a sickly pale, almost white. The hair that fell 2 inches below his ears and 3 inches shorter in the back was a light brown, bordering blonde. He had a boyish body and strangely enough light grey eyes.

Two of the three girls, my age, looked like the boys. Annalise was small and childish. She, too, had an unnatural beauty all her own. She had wide light-grey eyes and short, spiky platinum blonde hair that blended in with her sickly white skin. The other, Gwendolyn, was almost an exact copy of Mitchell, quite possibly his twin, except she was slightly smaller and was a well developed girl.

The last one was by far the most beautiful. She was shapely, with curves just right for her body. She had light-blue, almost grey eyes, and black hair, so dark it almost looked like black ink, that fell to the top of her butt. She had pale skin, but unlike Vincent and Annalise, her skin still had a healthy glow to it. I never was able to place a name on her, though I’d definitely tried.

The last four were older and quite possibly the parents of the others. They certainly had a parental aura surrounding them.

Emily was a tall, strong and slightly stoutly woman. She had gentle brown eyes that were hidden beneath long lashes. She had medium-brown hair, which had a reddish tint to it. It went down below her shoulders in gentle waves. Often in a picture with her was Thomas. He had dark-red hair in a traditional boys’ cut. He had a large, strong body structure.

The other woman, Victoria, had dark brown hair, pulled back into a bun, that contrasted with her very pale skin. She too had an unnatural beauty and pale grey eyes.

Gregory, was a tall man and lithe in structure. He looked almost exactly like Vincent, except for his face, which showed an understanding of the hardships of the world one only received once they had endured it – And his hair which was pulled back into a low, long ponytail that he had usually laid across his shoulder.

For some reason, I felt like I was being pulled towards them. Little did I know that these people would change my life forever. I was to become either a savior or the plague that would bring end to the world once and for all.

It was a time of deceit, of darkness, of hatred, of prejudice, of pain and lies. It was the time I would become a halfa, a mutt, a combination of two very different beings that were, yet, very much the same.