I was born, as Loranna Andrea Stolk, into a very large werewolf family settled in Montana. My life started off really well. I had plenty of brothers and a sister, two parents and so many different relatives. My first shift was when I started walking. And my first day of school was when I was fourteen - freshmen year at High school. It was a rough transition, trying to fit into human society as a student...even if the human society was nestled in my family's territory. Eventually I made friends.
And then for some reason my dad got it into his head to bite the only two friends I'd made prior to going into High school. Apparently he was thinking I'd have an easier time growing up if I had Jessica to help me as I helped her. As for Evan, Dad told me that he was taking precautions if I ever got curious about mating. You know, better to keep it in the pack mentality and with someone I can trust. I've since learned that most people in America would shudder if their father's thought about something like that for them - that was just another normal part of my life.
It wasn't until I was fifteen that something came in to ruin my world. A brood of gargoyles tore through my home while it was just my parents, my siblings, and I. They rendered our powers pretty much gone while they were around. Everyone who could fight, fought. Due to the way our power was sapped only Varo had been pretty much untouched, the gargoyles probably thought he'd have made a good snack to go. My mother and father managed to kill one of them but my father started to die from the wounds like a human would have instead of healing. The worst thing of the situation was when I saw that my brother, Varo, who was a baby was inheriting my father's alpha power. I had to make probably the worst decision that I've ever made. Millions of thoughts flew through my head and in that moment I made a choice. I could see the forgiveness in my father's eyes as I pushed my arm to his throat. I racked my claws into his throat and absorbed his power. Then I finished killing off my mother who was seconds behind him; it was a mercy kill for her. I focused all the power I could into healing and since there was only one left that was too distracted on eating my mother and father, I had time enough for that. As soon as I could stand without spilling my guts out, I grabbed whatever weapon I could get my hands on at the time and with that I took out the singular gargoyle they'd left. I gladly ripped its head off then ate the b*****d's heart as my family's werewolf powers all started to return. I had to kill my father and mother but I was able to save my siblings, I thank the moon for that at least.
𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜
Seeing as I along with the majority of my siblings were still minors in the eyes of the human community, we needed a guardian and I figured that our uncle Nate would have been the best. As for becoming one of the pack alphas, I trained under my brother's father - Gregori. He is the other alpha of our family and was only slightly younger than my father.
A few months later I met another person. This time it was a human by the name of Mike Carter. He was fun. And he helped me have more fun than I'd had in a long time. We were young and I'm not ignorant enough to think it was love but...it was good. We were good together. And that started to get physical. Really physical for two sixteen year olds. I spent January's Wolf Moon with him. A week of really steamy stuff that robbed us both of everything but one another. To the point that I forgot all my control and I bit him. He was the first human I'd ever bit and as an alpha my bite had the effect of making him a werewolf. Let's just say he didn't take it well but he's since calmed down. In fact, we even went decided to go to the same college (Arcadia University in Montana) together.
I met a lot of different people during this time. Like a sexy incubus whom I made a deal with for my own sanity and other's safety. He enjoyed it too no doubt. Another person I met was Adelle. I could smell the cancer, in remission at the time, the first day I met her but it got worse after we became friends. When her insurance refused to pay for more treatments and she was said to have up to six months left to live, I finally told her what I was and what I might be able to do for her. She took the bite, risking death, and made a full recovering which baffled her doctors. During all of this, I worked towards and completed an MA in English Literature. I got a job as a stay-at-home editor right out of college. Lucky, I know, but sometimes things have to go smoothly. After two years of experience I used some capitol from my family to start up a publishing and printing company called Luna and Lupa. It has actually been doing very well; nonfiction stories entertain many different types of people.
Recently the pack has been talking about wanting to move, or at least part of it. I can see why. We're kind of large and there are so many different families involved. Even if we're part wolf we're still part human and that means a lot of young adults want to move away from their parents. There's a good sized national park next to a small town (Beacon Hills) that my family has been thinking about. After finding a suitable house and hearing that the renovations for the new branch of Luna and Lupa was ready, I took a few of the pack members that wanted to go to this frontier and moved down with them.
I met him years ago when he was nearly freshly turned. For his own safety he needed to be trained on how to be a werewolf; let's just say it wasn't his forte. He was stubborn and slow-to-warm to us as a pack. He had a certain nativity as he believed that he could go back to his Hunting ways. Yes, he was a hunter and I figured that out before he eventually told us. However, when he had to choose between a hunting group he didn't know and the pack that had helped him cope...he chose right. He chose to live as a werewolf with us rather than die an honorable hunter's death.
𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙒𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙩
This is one of those boys who got taken into my family. He lived, breathed, and shifted with us until he was a brother. He has a bit of a chip on his shoulder but I have a feeling that we all do so that's nothing new. He's a good guy (mostly) and he's good at what he sets his mind on. I value him and I'm glad that he wanted to come down to California with me. I think he's going to have fun here.
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