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Sunday, June 3, 2012

2


Nothing wipes off a smile from one’s face faster than the hostile glare of a mother. Kai and his brothers might be the most dangerous predators around, but in front of Lei’s mother, Mey Wong, they were puppies. Even the unrepentant Colin who was their school's champion prankster wilted in front of her dark stare. It wasn’t that they were afraid of her or that she’s particularly scary, she just has a way about her that made a person feel small. 

Teachers have a way of doing that. 

Not they ever spent time in her classroom, she teaches primary school, but Mey worked the “I know that you’re up to something, young man” vibe like a pro. 

“Mom.” Lei greeted her, him and his brothers forming a silent, polite wall behind her at the back door that opened to the kitchen. The scent of eggs and buttered bread filled up the air. “You’re still here.” From the guilty note in her voice, Kai could tell that Mey made her daughter feel the same way. Like she had done something wrong. Which she hadn’t. Much.

“I start late today.” Mey’s dark eyes scrutinized her daughter from head to toe and it didn’t matter that he knew that Lei looked fine, healthy and none the worse for her night in the woods, they always made sure of that, but none of that mattered. Lei could have a hang nail and her mother would probably blame it on them. The wolf inside him admired the ferocity in which Mey protected her daughter, but even it knew that being overprotective was one of the reasons why Lei took it to her heart to subtly defy her mother at every turn. And he couldn’t blame her. 

On cue, he and his brothers did their usual shuffle feet and mumble greeting, “Morning, Mrs. Wong.”

And she answered them like she always did; a raised eyebrow, a jerky nod and a firm, “Boys.”

After a full minute of staring, Mey finally stepped back, taking her seat at the kitchen island where, judging from the half-eaten breakfast and opened newspaper, she was having breakfast…and waiting for her daughter. She picked up her cup of coffee and sat down. “You boys should hurry home and get ready for school.”

The message was clear. 

Red streaked Lei’s face and temper sparked her eyes but before she could open her mouth and say something that she would regret, Kai tapped his foot against her ankle. She shut her mouth with a click. 

“We just came from our house, Mrs. Wong. We’re just here to wait for Lei.”

Mey passed a sharp look to Lei who stared back, mother and daughter exchanging a silent communication with each other; a clash of will.

Gritting her teeth, Lei turned to the boys with a bright smile, “I won’t be long. Why don’t you guys wait in the car?”

Kai dug his elbow into Colin’s side when the older boy couldn’t help but snicker at Lei’s obvious plot to get on her mother’s nerves. “Sure. Take your time.”

All three boys did the shuffle again and mumble ‘bye, Mrs. Wong’ before heading back to the all terrain car they shared, not even waiting for a reply from her. 

“Man, I think I got frostbite.” Colin shuddered as he slipped into the passenger side. 

Channing took his place behind the wheel. “Well, we did keep her daughter out all night. Most parents would never let us do that.”

“It’s not like we’re taking her out for a night of sex and drugs. We’re out camping for God sakes.” Colin sulked into his chair, his face wrinkled into a frown. To his and Channing's amusement, Mey’s obvious disapproval of them always bothered Colin more, which was a surprise since he usually never cared about what other people think about him. It was probably because Mey was Lei’s mother and the fact that he considered it to be unfair for Mey to dislike them when they have been nothing but kind and respectful. Colin usually earned any disapproval he received from people, and he was quite proud of it too.

“Yeah.” Kai agreed, a dry tone in his voice. “All we did was take her daughter to an isolated location in the woods then turn into dangerous monsters with teeth and claws the size of steak knives. No big.”

Colin snorted. “It's not like she knows.”

Kai rubbed his hand against his nape, rolling his shoulders and cracked his neck. His skin always felt hypersensitive after a Change. “She doesn't like Lei going to the woods, you know she has her reasons.”

“Because you took a chunk out of her baby girl not so long ago?”

Kai felt his wolf pressing to the surface as guilt and anger roiled inside him but he shoved it down and swallowed bile. “Yeah, like that.”

Colin’s face turned dark in embarrassment, especially when his twin punched him in the shoulder, hard. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”

Kai nodded, he knew that although Colin has a tendency to shoot his mouth off, he was never cruel. And he wasn’t exactly wrong but the words still stung. 

He remembered the look on Lei’s face when he found her walking in the snow, her smaller than average nine year old body seemed to be taken over by the length of her wavy black hair, her cheeks—still plump with baby fat—was pink by the chilled air. Her dark eyes were bright against the blood red of her coat. She had looked at him—at his wolf—in wonder. Like she had somehow found an unexpected treasure, and not a newly changed wolf, drunk and wild on his First Change. 

The smile turned into fear soon enough. 

He could still taste the sharpness of her blood in his mouth, against his tongue when his teeth sliced the flesh of her left arm. He could still hear the piercing scream, ripped from her throat as he dragged her across the snow, dislocating her shoulder. Drops of blood turned into a dark pool, staining the snow around them like fast blooming flowers. 

Kai rubbed a hand on his left side, a scar left by Lei pushing a sharp stick through his skin, spilling enough of his blood to mingle with hers in the snow. The pain was awful enough to jolt his mind that had gone completely wolf and back to his nine year old self, enough to make him realize what he had done.

He remembered looking into her pain glazed eyes, recognizing the girl who often played by herself in the corner, crayons in her hands. The girl who liked to look at them with big curious eyes. 

Deep in thought as he was, Kai wasn’t surprised when Lei opened the door--he heard her footsteps rushing from inside the house--and tried to climb up into the car. He couldn't help but smile as she gamely scrabbled in and slammed the door. 

“Maybe we’ll get a special stoop for you to climb in, Lei.” Colin joked. “Customized for your dainty feet.”

“Bite me.”

“Careful now. You know I will.” 

Lei kicked her dainty feet at the back of Colin’s chair then reached to pull at his hair and started a slap fight.

“Children.” Channing chided. “Don’t make me pull over.”

Both Lei and Colin made mocking scared noises that made Channing grin. “You both are bad influences on each other.”

Lei spent a couple of minutes bickering with Colin before sitting back, her eyes on him. “You’re quiet.”

Kai slid his eyes to her. “I’m always quiet.”

“True.” She kept looking at him but he kept his mouth shut; her stare was a pulsing heat on his skin. Then she shrugged, returning to mock fight with Colin and Channing, but her left hand, the one she had placed on his leg to keep her balance as she slid forward, stayed. If she was someone else, he would’ve misinterpreted the gesture, but he knew it for what it was; she was petting him. As she would if he was in his wolf form, trying to comfort him. 

And Kai couldn’t help but relax into his seat at her touch, even as the sun glanced off the shiny scars on her arm, the perfect imprint of his teeth. 

****

“There’s Sierra and Natasha.” Lei pointed out her two best friends and though it was clear that she was eager to join them, she waited for them to give her the okay before she opened the door. She wasn’t asking for permission to go out and play, no, she was waiting for them to get their super senses out of the way. When every single sigh sounded like a scream to your sensitive ears, you need to take a minute to manage things. The trick was to shift your focus and concentrate on something trivial and bland, like the slow tick tick of a clock, or the drip from the loose faucet in the boys bathroom, or the sound of the steady breathing of the person next to you.

When Kai nodded, Lei opened the door and wiggled out of the seat before jumping out. 

“Use us and leave us, why don't you?” Colin yelled at her back. She turned slightly to laugh at them and waved before joining her friends. 

Right on schedule, his wolf scratched the inside of his skin, uneasy with her leaving but he ruthless squelched it down.

“You okay?” Channing asked him, walking on his right as his twin took Kai’s left side. He figured it as appropriate because Channing had always been the angel by his side by Colin was the devil on his shoulder. 

“I’m fine. Why?”

Channing’s eyes looked at his face before shaking his head. “You got to deal with that, man, she wouldn’t appreciate you hovering over her.”

“Do you see me hovering?”

“No, but your wolf is too close to the surface.”

Kai gave him a look. “It always is.”

“Exactly.” Colin added with an oblique look. 

“Leave it alone, guys.”

Colin shrugged. “Just sayin’.”

Copyright © 2012 by D.F. Jules

go to Chapter 3: Cry Wolf

Friday, June 1, 2012

1


For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

Law of the Jungle - Rudyard Kipling



Lei narrowed her eyes on the chemistry formula that she was supposed to memorize by tonight but the pictures blurred together. She could already almost see the sneer on her chemistry teacher’s face. When a gust of wind made the bonfire in front of her dance, creating shadows against the tall, dense line of trees, she shuddered inside her favorite red coat and fixed her hood over her head. 

The woods went silent around her and she stared into the dark; experience telling her that something was out there. Something big with sharp teeth. 

She scowled, “If I get an F on this test, I blame you.”

Her ears caught a snort and a snuffle; the sound of something heavy, breathing from her left. From her eyes she caught the glint of amber eyes and the white mist of breath.

Spending a night deep in the woods wasn't Lei’s idea of fun, as was doing her homework by firelight. The same goes with sitting on a stretch of tarp, freezing her butt off. She was good outdoors and knew how to survive in the woods if she had to, and she knew this stretch of land like the back of her hand. But still, it wasn’t her idea of fun. Not really. 

But that’s what you do when your best friends are werewolves.

She heard the sound of bones snapping; small sounds of pain erupting behind her and winced. It’s been eight years since she found out what her boys were but she still couldn’t get use to those sounds. She put down the book on her lap and picked up the marshmallow she was roasting. 

Food always made her feel better.

She heard the sound of footsteps and knew he was doing it for her benefit because if he wanted to, he could sit down beside her without her ever hearing sound. 

“You’re not going to get an F.” Channing walked lazily into the circle of firelight, his fingers in his damp hair, sweeping it back from his face. Lei nibble on her marshmallow and admired the stretch of rippling muscles on his body. The boy moved with a confidence and awareness that made him beautiful to watch. It helped that he was beautifully formed, not even an ounce of excess flesh on his body. Not for the first time, Lei thought of using him in her art class as a nude model, he would be scandalous by the idea but—

Channing picked up a towel and turned, aiming a beatific smile that brightened his dark eyes. It was a smile that on somebody else’s face she would instantly distrust. But with Channing, what you see is what you get…except for the werewolf thing. “You’ve memorized that formula weeks ago. You just want to guilt us into doing you another favor.” 

She shrugged and hid her smile in a cup of hot cocoa from her thermos but a hand stole it from her hand. “Hey.”

Colin did a two-step to avoid her hands, gulped the chocolate and grinned at her. “We know all your evil ways, Lei.” He tossed her the cup seconds before catching the towel his twin threw at him. She was constantly amazed at how much they look like each other but could be so different. Rather than Channing’s confidence, Colin walked with a swagger and an arrogance that usually grated on other people’s nerves. Channing was well-liked even by the most difficult person but Colin was an acquired taste; they have to look through the mischievous dark eyes, the bravado and the crooked grin. Channing was a nurturer; Colin was usually brisk and rude. Channing looked at everybody with equal interest while Colin only looked at the people who interest him. 

Lei tried to slap their hands away from her marshmallows but failed and could only watch woefully as they—ha ha—wolf it down. 

She brightened when Channing shoved a thermos into her chilled hands and smelled chicken soup. He also opened a tin foil of still warm bread and handed her the biggest piece. Colin pulled a bright, wool throw out from his bag, brandished it about like it was a magician’s cape—making her grin—then wrapped it around her, his hands rubbing her arms. 

They did all of this without ceremony, without awkwardness, without expectation of gratitude. Through all their differences, both of them shared a quality that she really admired; both are fiercely loyal and once they love you, they’ll shower you with it. 

Lei watched with amusement as, like the seventeen year old boys they were—which made them five year olds in girl years—they started a towel war that she knew would soon draw blood if she didn’t stop it.

In the firelight, Lei saw a splatter of some sort of thick, dark liquid dripping on Channing's chin. The years she spent around them told her what it was without even asking. "You got a little something on your chin."

Channing lifted a hand, wiped blood from his skin and without even blinking, licked it. Lei thought about grimacing but she didn't really feel that odd anymore about watching her best friends lick blood off their own skin. After seeing them turn into wolves, other things seem to pale in comparison. But then again, she still gets confused over Colin's mindless hatred of clowns.

"Did I get it?" Channing asked, tilting his head so she could see his face.

She nodded. "So, what was the midnight snack?"

Colin grabbed a towel from his backpack and scrubbed his hair. "You don't want to know."

"Oh no, it's Bambi, isn't it? You guys ate Bambi."

Channing made a thinking sound. "Eh. It's not Bambi exactly--"

"No, don't tell me. I'm already half in mind to turn vegetarian."

Colin snorted. "Fat chance. You're as much a carnivore as we are. And toast me a marshmallow."

"Another thing that my mom blames on you by the way. And toast it yourself."

"God, that woman is just--"

"Careful. She's still my mother."

"We'll adopt you. You're already a part of the family anyway."

Colin hooked a towel around his neck and grinned. "Mom would love that. She always wanted a girl."

Channing ambled to his backpack, his bare feet moving soundlessly on the ground. "Or, you know, you could always marry Kai. You've always wanted to do that."

She sent them a bland look. "I was seven. And stupid."

"I resent that," said a voice that drifted from the darkness surrounding them.

Lei smirked."Which part? That I don't want to marry you or that I’d have to be stupid to even want to?"

"Both." Cailean, or Kai as Lei called him—her pet name for him since she couldn’t figure out how to say his name when they were first introduced—appeared in the circle, all lean grace and amused smile. He shared the same physical characteristic with his older brothers; dark hair, dark eyes, brown skin. His build was more slender than his brothers, his muscles still developing. He was also taller, much to his brothers’ dismay. 

Kai was quieter than the twins but compared to his two brothers who have more breadth and size, it’s Kai, with his solemn eyes and serious smile that people looked at with wary eyes. Even when they were little, the neighborhood bully knew not to mess around when Kai was near. 

It’s not like he looked menacing or acted like he was the toughest guy around; Kai didn’t need to throw his weight around to intimidate people. There was just something about him that told people to be very careful around him. 

At first, she thought it was because Kai was a werewolf but although normal humans, without knowing why, were generally wary around werewolves, they were wary and tentative when it came to Kai. Teachers mentioned it as charisma, a force of personality, but she knew the correct words for it; Alpha

Lei didn’t really get what it was since Kai was Kai to her, but she could see its effect on other people; they get nervous, and itchy, and sweaty. And they babble. A lot

Six or sixty, nobody was safe. 

Channing threw a damp towel at her. "Give it up, Lorelei. You're pack. There's no way out."

She threw the towel back with a little more force than necessary at the invoking of her full first name. She hated the name and the mythology surrounding it; sirens? Really? She felt like it was a joke and the joke was on her. "That's nice. Now, will all of you put on some clothes already?"

Channing already had sweats on but turn to both his brothers with a laugh. "Please note that she only told us to do so after she looked her fill."

Colin grinned and did a little shimmy. His shadow moved over them like a big winged creature. "Have a change of heart, Lei?"

Kai pulled on boxers and wiggled his eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes before giving in to a smirk. "Hey, lookin' ain't buyin'."


Copyright © 2012 by D.F. Jules

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Thursday, May 24, 2012

Rudyard Kipling's The Law of the Jungle



The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge,
but where he has digged it too plain,

Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- 
as old and as true as the sky;
And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, 
but the Wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk 
the Law runneth forward and back --
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf,
and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip;
drink deeply, but never too deep;
And remember the night is for hunting,
and forget not the day is for sleep.

The Jackal may follow the Tiger, 
but, Cub, when thy whiskers are grown,
Remember the Wolf is a Hunter --
go forth and get food of thine own.

Keep peace withe Lords of the Jungle --
the Tiger, the Panther, and Bear.
And trouble not Hathi the Silent,
and mock not the Boar in his lair.

When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle,
and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken --
it may be fair words shall prevail.

When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack,
ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel,
and the Pack be diminished by war.

The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge,
and where he has made him his home,
Not even the Head Wolf may enter,
not even the Council may come.
The Council shall send him a message,
and so he shall change it again.

If ye kill before midnight, be silent,
and wake not the woods with your bay,
Lest ye frighten the deer from the crop,
and your brothers go empty away.

Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates,
and your cubs as they need, and ye can;
But kill not for pleasure of killing,
and seven times never kill Man!

If ye plunder his Kill from a weaker,
devour not all in thy pride;
Pack-Right is the right of the meanest;
so leave him the head and the hide.

The Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack.
Ye must eat where it lies;
And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair,
or he dies.

The Kill of the Wolf is the meat of the Wolf.
He may do what he will;
But, till he has given permission,
the Pack may not eat of that Kill.

Cub-Right is the right of the Yearling.
From all of his Pack he may claim
Full-gorge when the killer has eaten;
and none may refuse him the same.

Lair-Right is the right of the Mother.
From all of her year she may claim
One haunch of each kill for her litter,
and none may deny her the same.

Cave-Right is the right of the Father --
to hunt by himself for his own:
He is freed of all calls to the Pack;
he is judged by the Council alone.

Because of his age and his cunning,
because of his gripe and his paw,
In all that the Law leaveth open,
the word of your Head Wolf is Law.

Now these are the Laws of the Jungle,
and many and mighty are they;
But the head and the hoof of the Law
and the haunch and the hump is -- Obey!

Discussion: Wolf at the Door Mythology


Hey, Lei here!


For all of you who have been asking about the werewolf mythology in Something Wicked (newly titled: Wolf at The Door), let me break it down for you. 

When we talk about werewolves, we talk about the Change; the transformation from human to werewolf.

The first thing you should know that it is not a curse or magic. It’s not a virus. It’s a gene.

I’m sure there’s some scientific name for it but my boys would tell me nothing about it no matter how much I hassle them. 

Because it’s not a curse, magic or virus, it’s not transferable through bite or any other bodily fluids, it’s hereditary


Werewolves are born, not made.

The First Change is the hardest and the most painful; usually happens on the onset of puberty. Because of the pain, the wolf part of them blots out their human side and they become wild which is why in their early days, a new werewolf is always closely guarded by the Pack…if they even survive it, that is.

Some, especially those who are stronger than most, Change early. For instance: Kai changed when he was nine, taking everybody by surprise which leads to him meeting yours truly and the rest is history.

They don’t only change when the full moon calls, they can also change at will. And even with the pain, they WANT to change. The Change is not a choice, it is a biological imperative. They need to change. They could go without changing for two months or three (usually exercised by pregnant werewolves for the first trimester) when they’re older and have more control over themselves but more than that? Short tempers, violent outbursts, paranoia and very, very bad things will happen.

My boys usually change twice a week, dragging me along with them to the forest whenever they feel like it. Not that I mind, but sometimes, the testosterone parade is just too much, you know? You think human Alpha males are tiring, try Alpha werewolves; a whole new different animal, I can tell you that. 

In wolf form they’re not all that different from their animal cousins, only slightly bigger and more muscular; their size and coloring takes after their human bodies. Which is why my boys—who take after their father—have dark fur and are bigger than most while Aunt Cana’s fur is gold and fair.

And no, they are not able to share minds or talk mind to mind, though it does seem like that from an outsider’s point of view. When they are wolves, they are wolves with human intelligence. There is no magic about it. Kind of disappointing, I know.

When I pressured him, Kai said being a wolf is no different than being human but for the baser instincts being more ‘in your face’ rather than at the back of your head like when they are human. He said that his mindset, man or wolf, usually depends upon the situation; when he’s on the hunt or when he runs with the pack, the Wolf takes charge. When he’s human, the human part takes charge. It’s like having a growly, snarly roommate in your body, he told me once. 

Now, let’s talk about the Pack.

The werewolves are extinct. 

There used to be more of them but after the Great Pack War not so long ago, the low percentage of the survival rate on the First Change, and the small chance for a female werewolf to carry a baby to term; have diminished their numbers greatly. 

I’m not really clear on what caused the war or how it happened without everybody (us, ordinary humans) knowing about it, all I know is what I could get from listening into conversations when they forget that I’m not one of them (happens more often than you might think). 

All I know is that after the war, family blood-lines died out and with it Packs were destroyed. From 5000 large packs that encompassed the whole world, there are only 400 left and most of them has lost a lot of their numbers and are now hiding themselves in third world countries, on islands where humans are scattered and the forests are plenty. 

Only 150.000 of them are left in America including mine. 

Like all wolf packs, every pack must have an Alpha, and ours is Caleb Lyall, my boys’ father. 

No, that doesn’t mean that one day one of my boys would inherit the throne, a pack doesn’t work that way. You either have to Challenge the previous Alpha and prove yourself to be more badass than he (I know, it kills me that the Packs are so patriarchal) is or you have to be Chosen (which is practically everyone admitting that you’re the badass of all badasses).

Uncle Caleb was Chosen, he was the most alpha of them all so it made sense that he got to actually be Alpha, it didn’t hurt that he’s intelligent, cunning, fair and has the ear of the Lycaon.

Wait, who is the Lycaon you ask? Why, my dears, he is the biggest and baddest wolf of all. The King of all werewolf kings. The Alpha of the alphas. The Mega Alpha. The Big Wolf.

He’s the one all the other alpha werewolves answer to. 

I’ve never seen him; I don’t even know what he looks like or where he lives or what pack he’s in. And my boys wouldn’t even whisper about him in my presence.

Their small number makes them a very tight-knit and secretive lot, and I don’t blame them. Their survival depends on their ability to keep their secret and it would only take a whisper to the wrong ear, a harmless youtube video to draw human attention. Which is never a good thing. 

It’s not that werewolves hate us, it’s just that humans being are not really famous for their tolerance when they’ve succumbed to fear. 

—which brings us to me, the only ordinary human in a pack of werewolves. 

Not everybody likes me. Not everybody trusts me. But nobody can ever accuse me of endangering them—I’d proven that I would and could keep their secret when I was nine and high on painkillers. And even though I know next to nothing about their traditions and rituals and social politics, I was pack enough for them to tolerate me. 

Pack enough for me to be invited to the Circle—a clearing in the deep woods where the Pack gathers every Full Moon—and to eat with them after the Hunt. Kind of like a werewolf barbeque party. Damn, those werewolves know how to barbeque. 

Like their animal cousins, the strength of the pack comes from numbers, the more wolves you have, the stronger the pack. Which is why babies are so very important to them, especially because they’re so hard to come by. This is also the reason why nowadays, Challenges happen only with the permission of the Lycaon and never to the death.

Every successful pregnancy, and every birth, and every successful First Change is highly celebrated. And children are cosseted and cherished by every member of the pack. All of them are very protective towards the cubs and all of them have the responsibility to take care of a cub—parent or no parent.

Since we're on the subject, when it comes to making werewolf babies, humans are useless. A werewolf baby can only happen with another werewolf. In simple terms: 

Werewolf + Werewolf = Werewolf Baby

Werewolf + Human = Human Baby

…which is also why a Pairing is controlled by the Council of Alphas and the Lycaon. 

To keep the blood-lines pure, once a month, the young wolves (starting from 17—the age limit gets lower every few years) or those who are still Mate-less (age limit 25, usually by 25 they already found a Mate) has the choice to visit other packs to see whether they can find someone there, either to find a Mate or your baby-parent. 

I know. I know. Ick, right? Well, easy for us to say, our numbers are growing steadily up. What if we’re extinct? Do you really think that the government would let us dwindle away into nothing? Hell, they’re already making laws about contraception and China has their one-baby policy. Have you ever seen Children of Earth?

…so, if you’re a human and thinking about getting a werewolf for a life/partner, save yourself the trouble and the grief. At the end, they always follow the pack, they will always choose another werewolf. 

As territories go, every Pack is given a territory and they spread the number of members around, centering on the Alpha’s place until the very edges of their territory. Another pack member entering without permission into another’s territory is forbidden and will be punished accordingly. 


Copyright © 2012 by D.F. Jules

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Mey Wong


Name: Mey Wong
Species: Human
Description: Dark hair, dark eyes, fair skin. Slender with average height. Graceful and has a certain nobility to her.

When she speaks, people usually listen and when she walks into a room, people turn their heads to look. It's not because of her looks, but there's just something about her that magnifies her presence somehow.

Mey doesn't really like attention, she prefers to stand in a corner and watch--for what? Not completely sure--but one gets the impression that she's ready for everything.

As a mother, Mey is a bit controlling and strict. She prefers to have Lei home when she's supposed to be home and when dinner time comes. She prefers to not have Lei hang around with 'those Lyall boys' as she often call them.

If Lei is late, she better have a reason or call to say where she is.

Her insistence on knowing everything about her daughter's life backfires, instead of pulling her daughter closer to her bosom (ha, yeah, I went there), she creates this great divide between them.

She should've known better really, but she has her reasons for behaving like that...and Lei would soon realize that.

Cana Lyall


Name: Cana Lyall
Species: Werewolf
Description: Blond, hazel eyes, fair-skinned (though it tans fabulously). She gripes continuously over how none of her sons look like her, moans endlessly on why she doesn't have a daughter. Cana, though a werewolf, is a natural mother hen, and because of it often plots with Channing to group all her puppies together in one spot so she can stuff them with food.

Being short (a grievance she shares with Lorelei) she gets attention by being the fiercest and fastest in the Pack. Being the Alpha Female, she's not the type to poke her nose in everybody's business (though she has a right to) but she waits for the ones with problem to come to her.

She is generally easy going but she doesn't tolerate fools at all. And anybody who pisses her off will end up slash to pieces either by claws or by the sharpness of her tongue-depends on the offense given.

She loves her boys and consider them her miracles (and since werewolves have trouble conceiving and carrying the baby to term, she is justified in regarding them exactly that) and she is willing to do anything for the good of her babies.

Copyright © 2012 by D.F

Caleb Lyall


Name: Caleb Lyall
Species: Wolf
Description: Like his sons, he has dark hair, dark eyes and dark complected. He is the Alpha of the Grey Path pack and the father of Colin, Channing and Cailean (yes, the Cs are a family tradition).

He is not especially strict but he does emphasis strongly on their need for secrecy and control. Like Channing, he is quiet and serious most of the time but also territorial and fiercely protective of his family. He is very observant and silently cunning. He's not the type of Alpha or wolf who likes to pick a fight, but he never steps back from a fight either.

As a father he is generous, thoughtful and indulgent. He gives his boys free rein, just enough to grow into their paws and sharpen their teeth but his word is still law.

As an Alpha he is fair and deals with pack problems with a steady hand. He is kind and is always willing to give someone a second chance but anyone who thinks he is a pushover will be quite unfortunate.

Caleb doesn't like to play pack politics but he could and play it well, if he has too.

The Grey Path Pack has over 300 members. 25 of them live in town while the others are spread over other unclaimed territories but is always close enough to defend their territory if needed.

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