Never too late

Me and my wolf are all hyped because of the training scheduled today. It’s not a big event. We have trainings scheduled every day. What I like most about these training sessions is the hand-to-hand combat sessions. All the wolves aged between 14-17 are trained by the pack trainer for a couple of hours every day. They are made to run around the woods, build up their stamina, and get the basics right for combat fighting. The real fun begins when you become seventeen years of age because then you’re allowed to do real hand-to-hand combat with your peers. That being said, I’m excited today because after an excruciatingly long wait, I have finally turned seventeen and today will be the first day I’ll join the 17-22 age group for combat fighting.My wolf has waited for this moment for so long. In my opinion, I have been a little extra eager for this moment than the other wolves of my age and I guess one of the reasons for this is because my wolf is exceptionally angrier than all the other w

I was extremely disappointed in myself. I knew that I had some anger issues, as everyone does, but I hadn’t expected to shift into my wolf form on the first day of the combat training. It was a poor display of aggression and now everyone must think I was completely incapable of controlling my wolf. I was beyond disappointed and frustrated with my wolf. He knew the basic rules of combat training and the most important rule of NOT SHIFTING IN YOUR WOLVES was embedded in every pup’s mind as soon as they were able to speak out the word ‘werewolf’.Alpha Richard was pretty laid-back with me and Ryder. Sure, he admonished us for acting like some six-year-old boys who recently came to know they were werewolves and wanted to proclaim they were the strongest in the vicinity. I winced when he mentioned that we didn’t need to piss everywhere to mark our territory. That particular comment was downright degrading and I deserved to hear every bit of it.I had no idea how Uncle Richard was going to

Of course, I was pissed that I was forced to leave the only place I had ever called home because the “adults” suddenly thought I was an angry teenager who needed to find himself and his wolf on the turf he belongs. I had to leave the house I grew up in, the friends I have known forever, and relatives who have seen me grow up all because my mother had a stupid idea. Well, as a result of her stupid idea, she wasn’t just uprooting mine and her life, but also the lives of my two siblings. So, if I was ignoring her, it was because I was refraining from jumping to the driver’s side and yanking the wheel from her hands. After all, if it were up to me, I’d take the first U-turn and drive us all back home.A huge part of me was shit scared because what if everyone was right? What if being away from the Red Hills pack was driving my wolf mad? Would I just suddenly feel at peace when we entered the pack’s borders and feel all rainbow-y and shit? If that happened, would it mean I would have to st