Fenrir's Daughters: Hunra Al-Qamar

The sun is shining through a glistening haze of sand. The TV is filled with noise from a cartoon show as my two little brothers play in their room, while mother is cooking. I have to go and ask her this burning question.
"Is it true your family box will have proof?"
Mother frowns. She keeps stirring a pot of vegetables, beans and eggs. It smells nice. She looks at me with fiery hazel eyes, but they're not as yellow as mine.
"No Hunra!" she snaps. "Leave it!"
I understand this is a touchy subject that mother really doesn't like. It concerns her own father so I leave her alone.
After dinner, my brothers played in the back yard. I went to the library, and searched around the family archives section upstairs. I found my mother's wooden box family treasure and it was locked. Lucky I had a copy of the key cut and didn't tell her that.
Inside was bits of paper, letters, beads, coins, medals and a small book with a flowery velvet cover studded with stones.It had old writing and was a diary made by my mother's father when he was young. It's true then. He was a werewolf.
He mentions changing at night on a full moon, and becoming a large wolf predator who chased animals around Cairo. He writes that he was nearly shot at. He also mentions a very interesting thing too that is so fascinating. He says that he's a descendant from a priest who served Anubis in ancient times, and that he too was a werewolf, as were other priests of Anubis.  Yes, I understand it all now. It explains my mother's fear of the subject. Her father was a werewolf and it used to frighten her. Now her daughter, me, has inherited this ancient trait! But I don't want to frighten mother. I will protect her and my brothers.
I'm Hunra and 16 years old. We, my mother and two brothers, live in a small house in Cairo, Eqypt, within the City of the Dead. There are tombs all around in the neighbourhood. At times, the animals are frightened away by ghosts and creepy energies. It could be just me that scares them! I'm not sure. Unlike grandfather, I don't intend to hunt animals. I prefer mother's spicy homemade dinners.
Being a werewolf and a descendant of an Anubis piest must keep the bad spirits away from my home. I'm in Fenrir's Daughters, a huge international club for werewolf women and girls. I wanted to talk a little about my life, but not too much to bore you. 

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

Fenrir's Daughters: Cara Lunar

Hello, my name is Cara and I'm a 30 year old werewolf. I work for the local herald press as well as for Moontimes, an underground paper of the supernatural.
"This isn't acceptable!" growled my editor, "you can't write this filth!"
I'm stunned to say the least.
"What's wrong? I've written facts really..." I said, before he interrupted me.
"A girl is missing! And all you've done is made a joke out of it! Her parents would sue the paper!"
"They won't," I snatched the sheets of my hard work from him.
"You can bet they will!" he fumed. I just stared at him.
He made it clear. I sadly threw it in the bin (in front of him, but I retrieved it and put it away in my satchel to type for the Moontimes paper instead!).
I draughted a letter to the MP, Marielle Ice, who may understand.
Later I was talking to a colleague, Rainbow, who's also a witch.
"So you're saying there is more to this missing girl?" she asked as we sat down in a cafe run by a family of werewolves. No one knows this by the way.
A waitress came and Rainbow ordered a black coffee. I ordered a red tea (stewed with deer blood).
"Yes," I replied. "that girl Indigo was vulnerable. She was targetted by local villagers and they shot her one night. Since then it's all been covered up."
"So she's been found dead?" Rainbow is shocked, like I know she would be.
"Not everyone knows this, but the top police do. My research found the guilty party of hunters who went out to get her."
"So that was a creepy consiracy? why?"
"I can't really say," I told her because she won't understand. My friend is not a werewolfalthough she's open minded and believes in the supernatural. I haven't told her what I am though. It might freak her out.
Months ago, a girl named Indigo was living in a student dig when she was killed as a wolf, during a full moon. Us werewolves know what happened, as did her parents, who are werewolves anyway but to the public. She died in her wolf's body, so Indigo as the human was never found, she's still a missing girl. In my report, I didnt mention that she was a werewolf. I wrote about the brutality of hunters that were stalked and shot her.
Then the MP responded. She is an alpha werewolf, who brought in laws for us werewolves to decriminalise us from hunting both animals and people. I understand hunting people is wrong and brutal. Yet we can't hunt animals now. We can't even defend ourselves. Many werewolves are being killed.
In the eyes of the law, we don't exist. In the eyes of religion, we're demons who should be destroyed. 
I hope she can do soemthing. A non-affiliated werewolf MP like her in government is immune, dangerous and powerful. If my report can't reach the public, and can't go to the wider werewolf community, perhaps I can forward it to the MP? I don't know if I can trust her but she's the only chance we have.
I finish my blood tea and think of writing about the werewolf couple having had their four babies removed by social services. I must do something. I'm a journalist and a werewolf. I believe in the power of freedom of the press. If I can't reach the public, including other werewolves, I need to let you know. I'm in Fenrir's Daughters, an international werewolf group of female werewolves. 

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

Fenrir's Daughters: Indigo Fury

Something moved in the library. It smelled of blood and oranges:The scent of a benign spirit. Oh, it must be the Grey Lady of the Moon House. Yes she passed me with a veil of ice cold air, and a dense unhappiness that made me feel distressed at the same time as sick.
As a werewolf, I can't help the dead. I don't like being in company of ghosts either, it's chilling not to mention disturbing. But I set up the night vision camera, reluctantly, and press PLAY so that it might catch the resident ghost in her walkabout. I promised to do this ghost hunt for my university project about parapsychology although this was getting too much. I wanted to go home so that I can transform in private.
I feel so cold! I bend over and fall on the floor, to be my wolf self. There I am, Indigo. I'm 21 years old and a student. They think I'm a geek.
The spirit must be watching this. Once I'm the real me, I forget the research and leave the bloody house. I run through the woods, and make my way onto the main path so that I can go home.
The house isn't far now. BANG!
I fall as a sudden terrible pain shows inside me and I can't go on running anymore. I can't get up. Then I saw shapes, and men wih rifles, come this way, aproaching... I can see them... they shout.
"We've shot a wolf!" I hear. They sounded pleased.
"That will be the end of the sheep slaying, damned beast!" snarled one man when he came to me.
They think I'm dead...
I can't breathe anymore... I can't see them now...
.....
The darkness is cold. I've never felt SO cold!
I woke up... inside a room. The men have gone. Gone? But where am I?
Voices!
Then I stir in my giddiness. I'm sat on a bed, wearing a long white gown and there are sapphires in my hair. Where am I? Was it a dream?
This woman in grey holding a candle enters the room.
"Hello Indigo, wolfgirl, how are you feeling?" she asked.
"Who are you?" I don't know her!
"Oh but you were here nights ago with the camera, hoping to film us for your project," said she.
"Yes, that's true but it was tonight, or last night..." I couldn't remember.
"No, it was five nights agom Indigo," she said. "You were killed outside by hunters."
"What!?"
I won't bore you with all the feelings going around my sore head. It was true. She explained how I was shot dead by those men, and my body was still in wolf shape, unrecognisased by friends, known by family. As spirit I've returned human.
Grieving my death, I shapeshift into a spirit wolf. My project was basically over. I found her, the Grey Lady, but there were more spirits that lived here. I ran from the house, and entered the woods, howling as a ghost wolf. I feel sure hunters could here me. It made them feel cold.

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