There's a Chimera at Wolfhowl Manor!
Chapter One: The Mad Scientist
Howell Wolfe had been grown in a laboratory by a Mad Scientist. He had been the product of an experiment that was taken too far. The Mad Scientist in question had injected Human cells into the artificially seeded embryos of a wolf; and he had then rather irresponsibly implanted the "puplet embros" into Lupa's canine womb...all except for one. That one embryo had shown promising signs of being what the scientist had wanted: it was genetically "more human" and "less wolf". The scientist, Forrest Foxtrot, had gleefully implanted it into the womb of a human woman. Howell was therefore born "of Human" rather than "of wolf" as his siblings had been. His puplet brothers and sisters were all mostly canine and did not look very much like a human at all. Howell, on the other hand, appeared as a furry bipedal being with the lightly furred body of a human and the head of a wolf. He had been given the name "Howell Wolfe" by his creator, Forrest Foxtrot; and his education had begun in secret inside the Mad Scientist's spooky old manor, that which had been nicknamed "Wolfhowl Manor" by Howell.
Howell had been raised by his surrogate human mother Una Foxtrot rather than by the wolf-mother named Lupa. Lupa and her pups were housed in a gigantic pen with plenty of trees, rocks, and a creek. The gargantuan pen covered one hundred acres of woodland and was located at the back of Forrest Foxtrot's large mansion. It was strictly guarded by guardian-androids and protected by several layers of electric fencing. Howell saw little of his wolf-mother Lupa, as his siblings would not accept him as a member of the pack. The four-legged siblings of Howell had all been raised as wolves, and he had never been encouraged to form a rapport with any of them. Instead, he had been encouraged to call Forrest's sister Una "Mama" and to refer to Forrest as "Uncle Forrest", although he was fairly sure that Forrest was in fact his biological father while Una was his Aunt.
Nonetheless, Howell had been sternly advised to follow Forrest's dictates, just as Una did. Howell was the only "son" that Una had ever had, and so she protected him fiercely from the outside world.
Howell had, in fact, never seen the "outside world", as Una called it; or at least, he had never seen the world outside of Wolfhowl Manor and its surrounding land. Ever since he had known of its existence, Howell Wolfe had longed to venture into the Forbidden Realm of The Others. It was, of course, off limits to him and always had been from the time he was born.
"The Others would never accept you, Howell," Una told him whenever he asked her about the subject, "You need to stay here, under our care, for the rest of your life."
Howell would growl at that, each and every time Una uttered the words.
Acceptance. Who cared about that? Howell had recently turned eighteen years of age, and he was ready to party. He was not particularly worried about what The Others thought. They were Others...what they thought was of little consequence. If they killed him, then he would go down having a damn good time. If they let him live, he would choose a mate and have puplets with her. He would raise the pups to live amongst the Others in their very own Otherland. He would show no fear, and neither would his courageous kids! His wife, of course, would support his every move, because he was so impressive. He was part wolf! He knew enough about Outer Culture through its idiotic television programs to predict that he would be revered as a star...or perhaps reviled as a rebel. Either way, his plan was to escape Wolfhowl Manor, once and for all.