LONE WOLF

The books do slight justice to the information they gave about the existence of werewolves to which had been kept hidden for years.

Normally, a curious mind would want to know more and study such existence but when that curiosity turns to hate and jealousy; the hate from an action from a few stray wolves and jealousy from not having such a gift, chaos is not left far behind.

Humans are at nature prone to violence. This comes in two ways, more like the Ying and yang, a push and a pull.

Once there's a reason for the urge to grow, then it spreads. This is what happened in the werewolf world.

Even though history points in different directions to what werewolves are and how they came to be, it didn't forget to mention the role pure or ordinary humans played in writing it. Their vicious desire to know how werewolves came to be, capturing them for experiment purposes which in turn angered these beasts into violence, making innocents suffer along the way and the innocents rising against werewolves for destroying their lives and wanting justice.

The Justice side soon raised the first ever hunters into becoming. Their mission was to investigate incidents and determine if the said werewolf deserves some sort of punishment. But as the days aged, the mission changed and the blows hunters threw at werewolves became fierce and without reason. So long as they existed, they were going to be haunted, for they're being is an abomination.

The numbers of werewolves began to decrease as well as the hunters. This pushed the beasts into hiding and having to be as calculated as possible to stay undetected in the woods and among human.

A few families of hunters upheld the traditions their forefathers forged and taught their children to teach their own children to fight, haunt and hate werewolves.

From birth Dylan Summers was taught first about them and soon like his father harbored hate without reason. He was trained to be a fighter and he learned to be the best, even better than his father had ever been. From being just a son, his father took him to be his right hand man. This made him respected in the hunters community which soon spread to the doors of the Weres.

Mothers told stories of the bad man who hunted innocent pups. Fathers trained their children to defend themselves, so that they could have a chance to survive in an attack.

But that was not enough, with Dylan roaming the woods, it was never enough. For each pack he visited, blood shed and fire burned.

The latest of his conquest had been the Ever Green Pack. This was not only a small pack but a peaceful one. The type that could easily be forgotten about. The pack from his observation had only about thirty five wolves, children included.

He had studied them, followed as many as he could to be sure and waited for the right moment to strike a blow.

The night of the attack came like a normal day, knowing this was going to be an easy victory, Dylan took a few men, less than ten into the woods. Well armed to the teeth, they attacked. And as usual, the Alpha's house was the first to receive the first impact.

Take the head and the body will fall. And so it did. Feeling their Alpha die weakened them that even with their unnatural strength, they fell to their doom.

Dylan had personally been the one to kill the Alpha and his mate. He always had a fixation for dealing with he leaders, it fed his ego and grew his pride.

As he was about to leave the Alpha's house, he heard a cry.

"A baby" he whispered. He followed the voice which led him to a small room. Opening the door cautiously, he first checked in and made sure there were no other wolves around before making his way to the baby's cradle.

Looking at the infant, Dylan put away his knife and gun, placing them securely in their spots on his body.

He picked up the child and cooed it to stop crying. Looking at the bow on its head, he concluded it was a girl.

He had a child of his own, a new born. His stone heart melted for a while as he paced around the room comforting the child. As he turned, he noticed the name carved on the cradle.

'Ainsley' it read.

Dylan smiled to himself, at least now he wouldn't have to stress looking for a name for the child.

Normally he should have ended the child. Especially when she was parented by Alphas.

He thought of what to do with her, but surely he couldn't bring himself to harm the child, at least not one this small and innocent.

He walked out of the room and out the house making his way to his car when he got an epiphany, one he was so sure had to be from god.

He was going to take the child to an orphanage. At least there he could keep an eye on her.

The looks he received from his team made him uncomfortable, but then again who would dare utter a word?

They knew for him to have spared the child, he must have a plan up his sleeves.

Instead of driving home as usual, Dylan diverted to the orphanage that was quite far from town, if the child was to survive, she would have to be in a place humans would not care to investigate or poke nose around.

Little Mellisa skipped around the playground like the happy child she is. Her fluffy pink sock shaking in the process. The girl loved the colour.

"Can I play with you?" Melissa asked shyly at a kid who was seated on the floor making sand castle.

The kid looked at her and smiled "sure" she said.

"What kind of castle are you making?" she asked as she flopped herself down beside him.

"A dragon castle" he beamed.

Melissa had hoped it would be a princess castle but she understood he was a boy and boys don't do princesses.

They played for a little, she helped him hold a sand bucket still as he worked on another. Two girls approached them and without warning kicked the bucket Mellisa was pressing down on.

"Why are you playing with this freak Danny?" the girl said in her high pitched voice.

Danny looked at her and back and Melissa.

"Leave us alone" Ainsley mumbled.

This girl, Amy has teased her for as long as she could remember. It went from talking about how her face looked; Melissa was quite the chubby kid back then, to how she was dressed.

Melissa wore whatever clothes were given to her, being in an orphanage, she was not at liberty to choose anything. Rather she was grateful to have the little she had.

Amy looked over to Danny who continued to work on his sand castle "We'll play with you if you tell her to go away" she said degradingly.

"But I was here first" Melissa argued.

They were trying to get rid of her like they always did.

Anyone she has tried to play with has in one way or another been told to stay away from her before catching on her bad luck.

Amy had spread the rumour around saying Melissa was the reason her parents were killed. The girl overheard some of the orphanage staff talk about how some of the children had lost their parents.

Melissa cried the first time Amy told the other children. Melissa didn't know why Amy was out to get her.

"What's it going to be Danny, are you with us or with her?" Amy asked again.

Danny looked down and bit his lip in thought. He looked over to Ainsley and gave a small smile before saying "I'm sorry Melissa, but I'm with them"

Hearing this, Amy smirked and without giving Ainsley the chance to even react, she pushed the girl to the floor.

"You heard him looser, now go away"

Melissa winced at the pain she felt on her elbow, she rubbed her arm and stood up before running away to a corner.

'What's the point?' she thought 'I'm never going to make any friends with Amy around'

The matron walked outside and the bell rang. Although, it was an orphanage, it was designed like a boarding school. A few lucky children have been adopted by families who found their academic performances great.

Melissa hoped that somebody, she too could have a family. But would anyone even want her as a daughter? She was a freak after all and has spend most of her days not only in thought but comparing herself to other children.

She didn't look or act any different than they did, but for some reason she believed the words they said about her different.

"Come on children, you heard the bell" the Matron, Mrs Syril called out.

Melissa moved in her direction, an arm across the other.

Children scurried past her into the building, it was lunch time. Melissa didn't feel like eating with the rest of the children so she stood right in from on Mrs Syril.

"Melissa, do you need anything sweetheart?" the elderly woman crouched a bit.

"Mrs Syril, I don't want to eat with the everyone else, can I sit with you?" the girl asked, tears threatening to fall.

Mrs Syril smiled at Melissa and nodded. She has always had a soft spot for the child.

"Of course darling, let's go"

She took Melissa's small hands in her and walked into the hall.

As they walked into the hall, Melissa's eyes directly met Amy's, who held her scowl at her.

Amy was a few months older than Melissa, and she somehow grew up feeling entitled. She felt the need to have the best things over everyone and she did. She had friends around her, the staff adored her, at least that's what she thought. The one person she wanted to get approval from was Mrs Syril, who for some reason didn't like the girl.

Mrs Syril had a sixth sense with it came to Amy. She believed strongly that the girl was not who she portrayed herself around to be. Even though she had a talk with her about being her true self, the child seemed to love the life she lived and Mrs Syril being the type not to push or force anyone left the girl alone and drew Melissa closer to her side instead.

Leaving Amy alone mean she was going to keep being a bully to Melissa, but keeping Melissa closer could protect her.

After all the man who had brought her to the orphanage when she was a baby said to take special care of her. In his generosity, he has donated a large sum to the orphanage.

Melissa sat beside the Matron and waited for her turn to get her food. When it came, she happily skidded to the server. She picked out her favourites from the many foods and began to walk back to her seat beside Mrs Syril.

Just she felt a hand on her back push her with full force. Melissa came flying to the ground, her plate in hand and landed face forward. The food splattered around creating a big mess.

Amy laughed out loud clenching her belly as she did so. She had waited until Melissa got up to get her food before sneaking up to her when she wasn't looking.

What she didn't notice was Mrs Syril's eyes on her.

Some kids laughed along with her, others held pity in their eyes for her.

Mrs Syril who had watched the whole ordeal furiously got up from her chair and rushed up to the mess.

"What is wrong with you Amy? Why would you push her like that?" she scolded.

Amy turned her face to a pitiful one hoping to lie her way out.

"I didn't push her Mrs Syril, she tripped on her own, I just laughed because it was funny how she fell"

"Oh shut up, I saw you with my own eyes. You're getting locked up in the naughty room, no lunch for you and if you don't behave by dinner time, you won't have any. Understood?" Mrs Syril said sternly.

Amy had a scared look in her eyes. She nodded at the Matron who then grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the eating area.

Mrs Syril has had enough of the child's behaviour. And even though she was ten years old, she was old enough to know right from wrong. There was no need to be as nice as she was before, this time she was going to use an iron fist.

Some of the staff members helped Melissa up from the floor making sure the girl was alright. The food she had fell on was hot and could have burned her skin.

Miss Mary, a close friend to the matron took Melissa's hand in hers and led her to the bathroom.

The child's face was already stained with food and now tears.

"It's alright dear, at least you didn't get injured" the woman said comfortingly.

"But why does she keep bullying me? I hate her"

"Now now, you don't have to use that word"

"but it's true" Melissa argued.

Her dislike for Amy was slowly turning into hate.

"I understand you're upset and yes she's very mean to you but don't let hate grow in your heart child, it's never a good thing. See how she's turned out?"

Melissa thought for a bit. The woman was right. Amy hated her for a reason and she allowed it turn her into a mean person.

"I don't even know why she treats me this way" she mumbled to herself.

"You just keep being a good girl no matter what, okay?"

Melissa nodded innocently at the woman. She cleaned herself up and walked back into the hall.

She was given another try of food and an extra cup of orange juice.

Amy huffed and puffed in the naughty room. She wondered what the rest of the children were doing and if Melissa was happy to see her locked up. She scowled at the thought of the girl.

Mrs Syril had scolded her and even though she knew what she did was wrong to Melissa, she still felt angry that the woman chose to help her out.

She hated the attention Melissa got from her and was determined to make her life miserable in the orphanage.

What Amy didn't know was that there were times when families wanted to adopt her but looking at her records, they immediately changed their minds and opted for another child.

And even though Melissa had always been an outstanding child, her file was always kept aside. After all the instructions she got from the stranger was to wait until he gave the go ahead for her to leave. He had said he was going to look for the right family for Melissa to be adopted into.

Mrs Syril was true to her words, she kept a hawk eye on Amy and treated her like she was supposed to, a stubborn entitled brat.

In the mean time she securely trained Melissa. She made sure no one, not even Amy would bully her in any way. Hence why Amy usually waited until the woman was out of sight to say something nasty.

Two years passed and the routine was the same. Melissa would sit with the staff for every meal, and stuff her face in books reading in the Matron's office when she wanted to.

Now at the age of twelve, Melissa decided to spend more time outside like the rest of the children. Since Amy had not spoken to her in a while, she might not this time.

The girl watched as some of the kids played around the slide and her interest for it grew.

She walked over and stood a few feet away contemplating if she should join them.

"Hey, you wanna play with us?" a girl younger said to her.

"No, that's okay" Melissa replied in a low tone.

"Come on, it's fun, you'll enjoy it" the girl ran to Melissa grabbing her hand and pulling her to the slide.

She made her way up and like she used to do before, she sat down and slid down bumping into another kid who had gone down before her.

They burst out laughing at the impact and the rest who where at the top joined in.

For the first time in a long time Melissa was happy. Her little worries about how her body reacted to change evaporated at that moment.

The times she had been injured from the pushes she got or from playing around, Melissa noticed how fast her body healed.

What should have taken a day or two to heal on a normal human, took minutes with her.

At first Melissa wondered if that was how the human body worked. In fact she believed it. But out of curiosity she decided to consult some books that showed the human body on it.

It was hard though, she would stumble on big words that confused her. She had to refer back to the dictionary to find out what those words meant before she could continue reading through.

She soon grew tired of going back and forth with it and left it at that was how the human body was. Plus she was a child, why care about how her body worked.

That's what she thought years ago.

Melissa continued to play and have fun and as she claimed the ladder to the slide, she didn't noticed Amy and her friends following behind.

The slide was a double design, meant to take in more people.

She stood at the top hands free ready to slide down for sum more fun when she heard Amy behind her.

"You think you're so special just because the matron babies you?" Amy had hatred in her eyes.

When Melissa didn't answer her, she continued to throw hurtful words at her.

"You're nothing but a loser and soon Mrs Syril is going to see how much of a freak you are". The moment she said these, her friends grabbed Melissa and pushed her down.

Melissa stumbled and flew to the grown in a terrible manner. The sound of a crack was heard and seeing how she fell, Amy and her minions, with the other kids ran off from the playground.

Melissa screamed in pain, tears flooded her eyes. She didn't dare move a muscle, everywhere hurt. A few seconds into her tears, she got the urge to sit up and she did. That was when she noticed that the her flesh began to knit itself back.

Before she could react, her hands moved on their own and popped the bones back together. It had been as if someone had taken over her body.

"Melissa" she heard from a distance.

Mrs Syril had been helping out in the kitchen area when some of the children called for her. The tray on her lap fell to the floor at the mention of Melissa's name.

She had been told she felt off the slide. With fear that the child could have broken a bone, she hurried to where the slide was. And there, seated on the floor she saw Melissa in the distance.

She called out for her but the child didn't respond from her seated position.

"What is wrong with me?" Melissa mumbled, shock surging through her.

Mrs Syril came closer in a run.

"Oh my word, are you alright?" the woman said inspecting the child she had pulled up to stand. "Talk to me child, say something" she said worriedly.