Fenrir's Daughters: Tanzy Bright Moon

It was cold when I transformed into a woman. The chill was like water from a glacier. Shuddering, I lifted a coat from the chair and wrapped it around me. My hair was long and felt like damp grass and I bit my humans' fingers to contain agony of being so cold.
"Tanzy, my little forest moon!" said a man's voice. He was handsome and strong, I recognised him as a friend, Dark Night Hunter, I wanted to jump at him and lick as I normally would do in my wolf's physique.
I wanted to greet him. He smiled at me and put his muscular arms around me, pulling me closer. He felt very tense and so warm. I could hear the man's heartbeats.
"Do you know me then?" I asked him.
Dark Night Hunter laughed.
"The wolf with the sparkling eyes, of course I know you."
"Dark Night Hunter, the entire forest belongs to my father," I reminded him. Just to assure him that it's us who own the territory.
He frowned at me.
"Lapu," Dark Night Hunter pronounced father's name slowly. "The old one still alive?"
"Of course he is!"
"He must be... knocking onto sixty! That is an incredibly ancient wolf!"
"He's not just a wolf."
I come from a lineage of canis lupis that are able to transform into humans once every year. Our years are spread as long as a human beings life span. It makes us very different to regular wolves. There are werewolves, out there, in the wilderness. Those are humans that transform into wolves. We are wolves who turn into humans.
We spent the night together.
I'm in Fenrir's Daughters, and I'm 27 years old. Remember that my true real body is a wolf, and my woman's form is temporary. Dark Night Hunter is the only human I can trust. He protects us against the outside world, but we also protect him and his family from sinister forces.

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Copyright © 2015 Rayne Herbert.

Fenrir's Daughters: Azalea Terrorbark

The forest was filled with darklights and undead, ghosts and poisonous fungi. The snow was fresh, glazing over the corpses of mice, vole, rabbits, hedgehogs, birds, lizards, all trapped in the suden cold snap.
We searched for anything larger than a hare, but we found a frozen badger. I felt sorry for those creatures freezing to death in the night chill, but I was very hungry.
As a human, I didn't properly eat for days.
My human self was giving the final scraps of meat and bread to my three year old son, Castor. I struggle each day, refusing to eat meals so my child isn't hungry.
I come from a large family but now all of my relatives are dead because of this evil war. I'm thirtyfour and a widow. My husband was a werewolf like myself, but conscripted to the front line against his will, and I'm sure his own side (if you can call them friends) shot him. It's just a coincidence that his death occurred during a full moon when there had been a ceasefire.
I now have to work in a factory making shells for the war effort. Damn them. I get paid little, and food is scarce. If only ma and my big sister Ella all survived so that they could magic up pies and cakes out of thin air. Unfortunately I never possessed the sacred Witch Wolf trait. I just scavange for plants and animals like a carrion. It's embarassing.
I and two other werewolves, both elderly ladies with athritis, discover this poor frozen badger. I lift it in my jaws, and carry it home. I store it in the pantry, now stained with old blood. By morning, my boy is woken up and I give him the remainder of the milk, and I divide the dead badger into three portions.
My guests, who are my old neighbour werewolf friends, Betty and Polly, have returned to their human selves.I dish out the portions of badger to them.
"No m'dear," Polly said. "You keep all that darlin."
"Yes Azalea, you and Castor must eat it", said Betty. "We're old. I prefer a cup of tea instead."
I thanked both of them. They're sacrificing themselves for me and my little boy. I still give them slices of meat anyway. I ventured into the kitchen and get out my ma's lovely flowery china cups and saucers. I boiled water in a kettle and poured it in ma's pretty blue teapot. The tea smells like wonder.
"I'm sorry but we've run out of milk," I said feeling ashamed.
"Oh don't worry about that!" Polly smiles. "We'll drink it black."
As I made their black tea with sugar cubes added, Castor was ripping pages out of the library book on herbs and flowers. I scolded him for this and took the book away, as my old friends sipped tea and Castor cried for his book. I'll be in trouble with the librarian again.
These ladies Polly and Betty have been like adopted grandmothers since I lost everyone. I lost my husband, my parents, three brothers and sister including all my inlaws.The old ladies keep us company and watch over us like matriarch shewolves.
Only last week the city of Paris was bombed by zeppelins. If the war isn't over soon then we might all die. If the enemy comes here then I must protect my son and all I have in my wolf's shape and defend my home til the death.

((The Fenrir's Daughters fiction stories belong to author Rayne))
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Copyright © 2015 Rayne Herbert.

Fenrir's Daughters: Nancy Lupin

Everything isn't dark to me. I can see in the dark, and my eyes glow bright green. I have tapetum lucidum at night. During the night, I can manifest myself into shewolf by will. I don't rely on the full moon like other werewolf creatures do.
Despite the strength and athletic skill I possess, I am also "colour blind". You may have come across other werewolves through Fenrir's Daughters that have normal human vision. I've got the vision of a wild dog. I can only see grey and blue. In the dark, I see things luminous white and three dimensional black.
From birth, I've been considered a high priestess of the goddess Artemis. I was given beautiful clothes, jewels, my own chalet, swimming pool and delicious food. I had servants waiting on me.
Sadly, I paid for this. I was without love. My parents kept their distance from me, and they lived in a mansion bringing up my siblings in an ordinary family setting. I'd always wanted to have that.
When I reached puberty, I was sent away to the mountains and lived among the sisters of the moon, who appeared silent as ghosts. They were not werewolves but had special psychic abilities. To the outside world, the sisters are merely nuns from the order of St. Athelais.
There is a huge stavelike temple dwarfed by the mountains with thick rich snow. On the 3rd March, when I turned eighteen, I was taken there before the sisters and mothers to witness an animal sacrifice. I was encouraged to transform into shewolf, and devour the dead animal in front of the priestesses. Each one carried a dagger incase I should turn on them.
The experience was cold and unsettling.
Now I'm twentyfour and I'm deeply in love with a man. He is a werewolf and he's strong, handsome with his long flowing hair over his muscles. His name is Edrik and he's a gamma werewolf. I'm born alpha werewolf. Edrik and I often meet up in private and no one will ever know.
As a priestess I swore an oath to celibacy. Being an alpha female werewolf as well as high priestess, I'm considered more powerful than the network of alpha mothers. I'm supposed to keep balance and order, allowing the moon to continue its movements across the sky, and keeping the sea tides changing like clockwork, according to the werewolf system. If I was to run and leave my duties, and go with a man, have children, then I would also be killed by the werewolves. They believe that without a high priestess of my position and rank, the world will die. I don't believe that. I know there is far more to the accuracies of the moon, earth and sea.
Being in love is a risk. It's giving me happiness at last. I can stay as high priestess and stay with Edrik as long as nobody finds out. But I can tell you, who is an outsider and reading all of the werewolf stories because you don't really believe in this anyway.  

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Copyright © 2015 Rayne Herbert.