Fenrir's Daughters: Estella Wild

The party was full of blood and guts.
During the full Sap Moon, held in a private land with gardens and a domed observatory.
The host is the cold hearted one, Marius Ulvar, an alpha werewolf. He comes from the deepest coldest forests of Norway. His long hair is cascading in sweat and dew. I was smitten.
I can see my friends Iris, Violets, Sapphire in the garden just as I arrived there. They held glasses of pink champagne and already it's taken to their heads. Werewolves tend to hallucinate a little bit with even the smallest alcohol.
"Redfang is here!" piped up Sapphire.
I felt my heart sinking. This fun party  was going to be spoiled with Redfang here.
"I hope that Redfang isn't staying too long," said I, not covering up my disappointment.
"Is that because he dumped you, sis?" asked Violets, the sarcastic one.
She annoyed me now. Redfang didn't dump me. He wasn't even my boyfriend! He was all over me and I wasn't interested in the slob. My friends teased me about him for ages.
As the party progressed, no sign of Redfang, and more people showed up, champagne all around. There seemed to be fifty people there.
A woman with a tray handed me a glass. The champagne tasted like strawberry icecream. 
"Please may I have your attention!"
A tall lady in a stunning indigo dress spoke on a microphone. She was the mother of Marius. She waffled on about the full moon, the privacy and security of this night and how the party is closed to the general public (for their own safety).
Marius stood in the shadows nearby, embarassed that his mother should intervene in his own party. His twentyfifth birthday party.
I approached Marius.
"Nice party," I smiled, and lied. It was a boring party. Too formal. His mother's idea.
He folded his arms and looked at me. His eyes were so hot, like burning blue flames. He knew I was bored! He made me shudder.
"Are you Estella Wild, the delta?" he asked.
"Yes," I wonder how he knew this. I haven't met him before. I've only heard about him and seen his pictures.
"Then you can join me in the hunt," he told me.
That voice was chilled. Chilling as the night.
As the moon rose, my skin itched and my eyes stung. My teeth were hurting, and I fell down on the grass. I bent over as my stomach filled in pain. Blood poured from my nose. I vomited blood.
Can I just add here that not all werewolves bleed during shapeshift.
Marius comforted me as I turned over on my back in agony, all my joints hurting as if they were broken. Marius didn't appear to feel any pain. Of course, he was an alpha werewolf and alphas are strong. He was already a wolf.
I became wolf eventually in a puddle of my own blood.
We soon ran around the garden, around the lake, across a bridge, in the copse. It was fun. We killed a couple of wild rabbits and devoured them together. Everyone else were busy chasing rabbits and other tiny nocturnal animals. 
Soon we fell asleep in the open, under the moonlight.
By morning twilight, I woke up in my human shape. My poor dress was filthy now covered in blood and dirt. Stained! Ruined.
Marius was still sleeping beside me. Then I noticed standing nearby watching me was Redfang.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him.
He laughed at me.
"Is this man your new boyfriend?" he leered, pointing at a sleeping Marius, now in a man's shape.
I quickly ran away but Redfang followed me and grabbed my arm.
"No you don't!" he snarled. "You're my mate!"
"Get off me!" I shouted.
Redfang was too strong and he wouldn't let go of my arm. I spat in his face. Then Marius came over and lunged at Redfang. He became a wolf, as Redfang stayed in his human shape. Some werewolves can only change into wolves at night.
Marius was tearing at Redfang's flesh, blood spattered over the grass and on Marius wolf. He was going to kill him. I couldn't have this death in my name. I'm not someone to be killed for.
"Stop it!" I screamed. Marius let go and bounded away. Redfang was a state and needed emergency help. Days later. Redfang is still in critical condition. Atleast he's still alive.
After this I realise Marius is certainly cold blooded and a man who will kill if he wants to. I can't be involved with him. And I don't want someone like Redfang either. I won't be attending a werewolf party like that again, especially parties hosted by alpha werewolves.

 ((The Fenrir's Daughters fiction stories belong to author Rayne))
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Copyright © 2016 Rayne Herbert.

Fenrir's Daughters: Darcy Faoiltiama

Hello, I'm a princess of an ancient tribe belonging to the Faelad realm, in Ireland. My father was from Ossory and a great warrior, who did time in the tank regiment as well as working for the wolf king alpha, Laignech.
 I've never met the great wolf king. Father talks little of him and seems, not humbled or afraid, but trying to protect us all. It's like a secret pact he's involved with. Father is paid well, and his employer, this Laignech is wealthy.
Laignech has a reputation among some of the wolf people. My friends say he's an immortal. He lives within the hills and mountains. He's a descendant of a powerful cosmic wolf that takes the form of a man when he visits the world.
I can do without myths. I'm just here to look after my dying mother who has cancer. Yes, werewolves get sick too. We're not immune to cancer. She rejects chemotherapy and prefers the subtle medicines of our great grandmothers with herbs and magical soup. I don't have the ingrediants for that.
It's a matriarch secrecy that only a chosen few women are allowed to understand. My mother is of that select craft. I'm not.
I'm a boring princess wolf girl with red eyes and brown hair. My hair sparkles blue in the moonlight. The family want me to sit pretty, that's all.
At the moment, I'm waiting to get a confirmation letter from Cork school for ladies. I've been selected to join the school where I learn etiquette and old languages, even ogham and runes. It's more of a mystic course but the school itself is ordinary and average.
I will be away for three years. Father wants me to go. He just wants me out of the way so that he can do his imperial warrior work and mother can teach herbs and witchcraft to my sisters. My brothers want to join the navy and airforce. They met the mysterious king.
I can transform into a wolf every full moon. When I'm a wolf, I'm purely a wolf, and I have no memories of being human.
I'm 18 and a member of Fenrir's Daughters.

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Copyright © 2016 Rayne Herbert.

Fenrir's Daughters: Zoe Glacier

It took hours for the train to arrive. This isn't the transportation I want, but I have to accept it just to meet my aunt and uncle at the next station.
Once I got on the train, I shuddered. Not with cold, mind you. I felt worried that any minute I wouldn't be myself. On the train I could shapeshift now it's so late. This was unthinkable.
The train began to move and it would be, oh no, four stops until I reach my destination. That isn't good.
As it slowly pulled along the track, I found my reserved seat, and closed the curtain as if hiding the view might make it better. It didn't.
A woman with a trolley came and asked if I wanted anything to eat and drink.
"No thanks," I said. I was hungry and thirsty but not for the stuff in the trolley. I wanted fresh rain water, and raw meat, some cooked liver and sheep's eyeballs. I couldn't stand human food. Other werewolves I know can tolerate it, some even prefer it! I eat a carnivorous diet. I have done since childhood and it's always been this way.
The moon is full and rises above the trees, so bright it glows through the curtain.
People sit near me, and one fat man plonks right next to me. I cover my face and hide my shame.
I can feel my heart pounding. As the train rumbles along the track, my heart throbs and beats fast. I begin to feel hot. I sweat a little in my hair and on my hands. This is the start of the shapeshiting process.
The man next to me orders a cup of steaming coffee and some chocolate biscuits. Oh that smell makes me feel very sick. I cover my nose, but my sense of smell is growing intense now. I can't block the smell of sickly black coffee and it's making me gag. Please don't vomit! I have to get off. No, I must meet aunt and uncle.
I stand up and fat man notices me get up, although he winks at me.
"Excuse me, I must use the ladies room," I said. He apologised and gets up to let me out.
I don't want to go and sit there again on this journey. I feel free now. But I must reach the cubical and shut myself in. What am I going to do?
The train stops at one station and I hear a crowd of noisy passangers getting on. Crikey! What now? I feel sore in my joints, and my mouth hurts. I get a severe toothache, followed by stomach cramps, all the effects of shapeshifting. I feel safe in the cubical, and once I become wolf, there is no pain or sickness. That dreadful phase finished. Now I must get out.
I can't open the door because I bolted it within, and as wolf, I cannot perform the simple task of unlocking this door. Damn! I can't stay in here throughout the night. I see the red emergency button and I use my nose to push it.
Minutes go by, and I think the button didn't work. Then the bolts suddenly clank open by an outside mechanism. A member of train staff opens the door and its a man in securty guard uniform.
He's startled at the sight of me.
He then blows a whistle. "Dog in the toilet!" he shouts.
Another man appears. I hear them converse about me being shut in the cubical and they want to look for the owner who was "negligent" enough to lock me in there. I haven't got an owner. I can't speak.
I try and escape along the aisle but a man grabs me by the tail and fixes a collar round my neck with a lead attached. Charming.
The train stops at another platform. A load of people leave, and I've got two more stops to go. I spend the rest of this wretched train journey tied to a metal bar so I can't get away.
"Dog is there! The owner isn't coming forward."
"Someone dumping their dog on a train perhaps?"
"Most possible."
"We can contact the animal rescue to collect the animal and then we'll try and locate its owner."
I'm an it now? Animal rescue to get me?
The conversation is bordering on stupid until a woman points at me and screams out: "That is a wolf!!!!" she yells. Lots of people want to oggle at me.
"Don't be daft! that is a husky!" a person replied to the screaming woman.
Needless, the train staff leave me and discuss calling the animal rescue to pick me up at the next stop.
Well, my journey needs to stop before it can get complicated. I managed to escape once I was off the next stop and the man let go of the lead, and I ran through a shocked crowd of people commuting home from work.
I travelled through a town, and reached the outskirts.... then a long time passed. I made it to my aunt and uncles' village. I knew where they lived and I found the house. I resumed my human form soon after I got there even though it was dark and the moon was up. It would be twilight in an hour.
The run here from the train station took ages.
I sat down on the front door step and a cockerel sounded for the dark morning.
Well I must've fallen asleep because aunt and uncle woke me up! It was brighter, and the birds were awake singing a heavenly chorus.
"My Zoe! What happened to you?" they asked.
I told them all about it. Then I added: "This is your fault! You wanted me to go on that train."
Aunt and uncle were sorry. "W're sorry dear but we were hoping you would hide until we came and looked for you." What a laugh.
I'm in Fenrir's Daughters, I'm Zoe and 17 years old.  

((The Fenrir's Daughters fiction stories belong to author Rayne))
All rights reserved. 
Copyright © 2016 Rayne Herbert.