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Jake's Past
By: Jake T. Wolfe

I was born on the tenth day of the sixth month in a small village in the middle of the woods to a pack of wolves and a few wolf-hybrids. I was born as a full wolf to a black and silver male wolf, who was the pack's Alpha, and to a black, tan, and white she-wolf. I was unique and highly gifted so that I mastered with relative easy any and all tasks that were placed before me. Father and Mother taught me valuable skills in fighting, hunting, music, cooking, reading, and writing.
"Jake," Father said to me one day, "Your skills are extraordinary and you have mastered many talents. You will make a fine leader one day."
"Thank you Father," I replied, beaming with pride.
During my fifth year, I was ordered by Father and Mother to remain inside one night and not to look outside or to go outside.
"How come I can't go outside tonight?" I asked with confusion, "When all of the other kids can?"
"Not all of them are permitted outside tonight as well, son," Father scolded.
"Mother Moon has a powerful grip on you, Jake." Mother replied.
"Mother Moon?" I questioned, "Am I not your true child then, Mother?"
"Yes you are, Jake," Mother replied as she hugged me and stroked my head-fur/hair, causing me to moan happily, "But when the moon is full, she stirs up trouble."
"I don't understand," I commented.
"Jake," Father stated, "Certain members of our pack have a certain gene that is triggered by the full moon. It makes you a Child of the Moon."
"But how can I be a Child of the Moon when I'm a wolf?" I asked curiously.
"Drop it, Jake!" Father growled, "Just obey Mother and me tonight and we'll explain it to you later."
"Yes Father," I replied in fear.
When Father growled, it always scared me and Mother started cuddling me to help me calm down. We had dinner and then we all retired to our rooms to go to sleep. I had every intention of obeying Father and Mother, but being a curious youngster; I got up and went to my bedroom window. I was wearing only a pair of black shorts to bed since it was a hot summer night. I opened the window and pushed on the shutters, but they wouldn't budge. With a soft sigh, I turned away from the window and carefully went to my bedroom door and opened it a crack. I looked and listened to see if I could detect any movement in Father and Mother's room. After 5 minutes of waiting, I determined that they were dead asleep and tiptoed out of my bedroom and downstairs. I cautiously unlocked the front door and went outside. The slight breeze felt so good and the grass tickled my bare paws a bit. I went to my favorite spot by the nearby river. I sat down at the riverbank and looked out across the water. The sky was filled with some clouds, but otherwise, it was a perfect night. What happened next changed my life forever. The wind blew the clouds away from the moon and I looked up at it to admire its fullness. That's when I felt a strange sensation come over my body. Adrenaline rushed through my veins and a tremendous surge of power flooded my brain. My body changed to become bigger and stronger. My eyes changed from blue to red. My fangs and claws grew longer and sharper. I had an incredible thirst for blood and a grand hunger for flesh. Without knowing what was happening, I got up and fixed my gaze in the direction of a nearby human town. Licking my lips, my legs took me in that direction. The peaceful night was soon shattered by the screams of the villagers, screams of terror and death as I ravaged the village, killing all in my path. I had just killed a young woman when I felt a searing pain in my left leg, after hearing a loud bang.
"RAWR!" I growled as I turned to face this new assailant.
"DEATH TO WEREWOLVES!" the man shouted, who was wearing all black and a silver medallion around his neck, as he raised his gun and pointed it at me.
BANG! I heard the gun go off again, saw a puff of smoke emerge from the muzzle and felt another searing pain tear through my right shoulder. With a snarl, I turn and ran, or rather limped, into the forest. My course was set for my pack's land as I heard a lot of murmuring behind me. A short time later, I felt the pain in my left leg and shoulder ease a bit, but I kept on running/limping to get back to Grandfather, whom I was really close with and Grandfather was also the pack's shaman. To this day, I still don't know what had happened that night or where I ended up, but I do know that the group of men that was following me never did find me. Instead, they took their vengeance out on my pack's village. When I woke up the following morning, I was covered with blood, my wounds fully healed, and I was by the river close to my favorite spot. I cleaned myself up and then caught the scent of burning wood and flesh.
"That smell is coming from my village," I told myself as I got up and bolted home.
When I got back to the village, my knees gave out on me and I fell to the ground, tears forming in my eyes.
"NO!" I gasped as I saw my village burned and bodies strewn about the ground.
I saw that some of my friends and family were chopped to pieces and some bodies were burned. I searched the remains of the village and found Father's head on a pike as Mother's body was nearby totally mangled and burned.
"Oh gawd NO!" I wailed as my tears burst from my eyes.
I collapsed to the ground and curled up into a ball, crying and completely sick to my stomach. I remember throwing up and was nauseated to see that my stomach was filled with blood and chunks of human flesh.
"Jake," a voice called out, "Come to me, my child."
"Grandfather," I stated, "Where are you?"
"Beneath the pile of wood to your right," Grandfather replied.
I got up and went to the pile and started removing pieces of wood until I had uncovered Grandfather's head and upper body.
"Oh Grandfather," I gasped as I saw his mangled body, "What can I do to help you."
"Nothing, my child," Grandfather replied as I took him the best I could into my arms, "Just listen to me in my final moments of life."
"No Grandfather," I cried, "Don't die on me. Please, don't leave me alone."
"You are part Lycan, my child," Grandfather said as he eyes met mine, "As a Child of the Moon, you were transformed into a werewolf last night when you gazed upon the full moon."
"Is that why Father and Mother wanted me to remain indoors last night?" I asked, "And may their souls find rest."
"Yes, my child," Grandfather responded, "You are a special breed of werewolf since you were born as a wolf, so you are going to be extremely hard to kill. You have the gift of advanced healing and can't be killed by the normal means of killing a werewolf."
"Can you forgive me, Grandfather?" I questioned as the tears blurred my vision, "I was a stupid, brash, and disobedient child. None of this would have happened if I truly followed my intentions of obeying Father and Mother."
"As the Shaman," Grandfather stated, "I saw that this day would come and I knew in my heart that I would forgive you, my child."
Grandfather coughed and some blood trickled from his mouth. I yelped a bit and held Grandfather closer to my body.
"Let me remove the rest of this wood from your body, Grandfather," I said, "And find some bandages for your wounds."
"There is no time for that, my child," Grandfather stated, "The wood is actually helping my body to contain what blood is left in my veins. My time is short and just know that some of the pack has survived. You will face some that will not easily forgive you and others will forgive you, my child."
"Okay Grandfather," I commented, "Though it should be me who needs to die instead of those who have already been killed and you, Grandfather. Please let me follow you in death."
My last statement came about since I knew from my lessons that the shaman of the pack was the one who had the final say in when a member met final death.
"You are right, my child," Grandfather said, "But you must live since your purpose now is to help others like you. You must show the survivors who will resent you that you are extremely repentant and earned their forgiveness."
"But I want to die with you now, Grandfather," I pleaded as he life light in his eyes began to fade rapidly.
"You must promise me that you will fulfill my final wish for your life, my child," Grandfather ordered in a fragile yet firm tone of voice.
"I promise, Grandfather," I vowed with a sniff as Grandfather coughed up even more blood.
"I know that you will make me proud, my child," Grandfather said as his eyes rolled back in his head and then his head collapsed as he breathed his last breath.
I felt my heart shattered as I howled long and loud at the death of my best friend and role model, aside from my Father. I cried on Grandfather's cold, dead chest and remained there for several hours. After a few moments to compose myself, I stood up and finished burning all of the remaining body parts of my pack.
"I make this vow to my pack," I said aloud, "That I will return to this spot each year on the actually day of all of your deaths to sacrifice myself as atonement for my sin that brought this bloodshed here. Never let me forget this day nor the day prior for as long as Grandfather allows me to live."
I searched every building of the village and found that the group of humans had looted before burning the buildings. I was filled with rage but I knelt down to pray.
"Grandfather," I prayed, "Who was it that killed the majority of the pack and burned the village?"
"It was a group of Lycan Hunters, my child," Grandfather's Spirit replied as he appeared before me.
"Will you guide me in my quest for vengeance, Grandfather?" I asked.
"Their time is short," Grandfather's Spirit responded, "You must find a new pack and learn control over your werewolf side."
"How can I do that, Grandfather?" I questioned.
"By reading and learning all you can about Lycans," Grandfather's Spirit commented, "There are others in the world that know magic and can help you. Seek them out."
"Yes Grandfather," I said with a bow, "Does Father and Mother forgive me?"
"Not yet, my child," Grandfather's Spirit said.
"Very well," I whimpered, "Thank you, Grandfather."
"You are welcome, my child," Grandfather's Spirit stated, "Remember, I will be with you always."
I nodded in reply since I was choked up with tears, knowing that Father and Mother were displeased with me. Grandfather's Spirit smiled at me and then faded from view. With a sigh, I wiped away my tears and headed off, wearing only my now ragged pair of black shorts. I had nothing now and needed to find a new pack, home, and way of life. I forged on what I could find in the forest and drank water from rivers, creeks, ponds, and anywhere else I could find water. I kept walking to seek out a pack of wolves to take me in and soon was caught in a massive thunderstorm. Cold, wet, tired, hungry, and thirsty, I fell to the ground and curled up into a ball. The storm raged on and I was giving up any and all hope of finding refuge when my ears caught the sound of nearby footsteps.
"I hope it is good news," I thought to myself as I pushed myself up to a sitting position, bringing my legs up to my chest and then hugging my legs.
Fortune smiled on me as it was a male wolf, which was white, tan, and grey in color, and a she-wolf who was all brown.
"Hello little one," she stated to me, "What's your name?"
"Jake," I replied as I shivered.
"Here Jake," the male wolf stated as he took off his coat and placed it around my shoulders, "Take my coat so you don't get sick."
"Thank you sir," I replied as I wrapped the warm coat around my body.
"How old are you, Jake?" the she-wolf asked as she rubbed my head.
"5," I responded as I moaned happily, wagging my tail.
"Would you like to come home with us?" she asked with a smile.
"Yes ma'am," I replied as the male wolf picked me up.
"Let's go then," he said as I smiled up at him.
He smiled back and soon was walking again with the she-wolf at his side. When we got to their house, the she-wolf started up a hot bath for me as the male wolf took me to the kitchen to get some food. I thanked him and ate the food up at a fast pace. The she-wolf then gave me a bath. I giggled and curled my toes when she washed the soles of my paws.
"Are you a ticklish little pup?" she asked with a grin.
"Yes," I replied fearing that she may tickle my paws at any moment.
"Good to know," she said as she finished washing me.
I was allowed to remain in the tub for a while after she finished washing my body and rinsing off all of the soap. I thought back to all of the times that Mother, Father, and Grandfather used to tickle me. It nearly brought back tears to my eyes, but I fought them back. After my bath, I got dried off and was wrapped up in a blanket. A big meal was prepared for dinner. As soon as I finished eating my fill, I yawned and stretched a bit. The she-wolf took me to a bedroom and tucked me in. The male and female then said goodnight to me and turned of the room's light. I fell asleep immediately but was haunted in my dreams that night. I think I woke up screaming since the next thing I knew, the male and female wolf raced into my room and were calming me down with hugs, cuddles, and pats. They soon adopted me as their own son and sent me to school. I worked around the house and wherever else I could find some work and went to school to learn. I read everything in print that I could find on Lycans in my spare time and when I was 6, I started making plans for the anniversary of my true pack's death. My adoptive parents and pack wanted to come with me when I told them that I had a personal journey to make and that I would return soon. I thanked them but declined their offer, stating that it was extremely personal and I would rather keep it to myself. They reluctantly let me go on my own and I arrive right on time to spend the morning portion in prayer. That night, the spirits of my true pack appeared all around me. I bowed my head and was soon stripped naked.
"Tonight your blood is required as payment for your sin," Father's Spirit growled, "And your death will be slow and painful."
"Yes Father," I said, "I understand."
The spirits of my true pack then proceeded to rip my body to shreds, causing me to cry out in agony and to scream with tremendous pain. I remember hearing their laughs at my useless pleas for a quick death and for it to be my final death. I knew death was close as my eyesight darkened, but I remember before I completely blacked out, Mother standing over my broken body and cutting my heart out of my body.
"Your soul is now ours to torment," Mother snarled as blackness pervaded my vision.
After what seemed like an eternity, my eyesight returned and I found myself near paradise for my true pack, however it was beyond my reach. The souls of my true pack then surrounded my soul and the pain started up again as they tortured my soul. After an endless amount of time, I found that my soul had returned to my revived body with no one near me except Grandfather's Spirit.
"I'm proud of you, my child," Grandfather's Spirit stated as he held me like the small pup that I was.
"Thank you, Grandfather," I replied as I snuggled against his chest.
We stayed like that for a while as he told me encouragements. I was so happy until I felt Grandfather's Spirit disappear with the fading words of 'Remember your promise to me, my child.'
"I will never forget, Grandfather," I called after him.
I felt the sadness return and I let out a sigh as I sank to my knees. I returned back to my adoptive parents' home and continued with my life. Each year, I faced the same torment on the anniversary of my true pack's death but was rewarded as more and more of them forgave me. I graduated from high-school with all A's and B's and went into the military. I was 17 when I joined the armed forces, but was honorably discharged a year and a half later when the unit I was with lost funding and closed up. I was able to make enough money to fully pay for a motorcycle and a pickup truck. I even was able to pay my way through college with relative ease and graduated with a Bachelor's degree. I worked while attending school to help pay for tuition, books, and insurance for my vehicles and for their upkeep. I moved into a townhouse at the age of 25 and continued working to help pay for the rent, some furnishing for my room, and to buy some new clothes and such. My adoptive pack and parents were truly proud of my accomplishments and we remained close, even though I was living on my own. I found a dragon that helped me gain more and better control over my werewolf side, since I had avoided full moon nights every night since the night I disobeyed my Father and Mother at the age of 5. At the age of 26, tragedy struck again as my adoptive pack and parents were killed in a massive storm that sent a giant tree crashing down through their meeting hut. They were all in that hut to discuss an event theme for the annual festival that they put together. A few months later, a male German shepherd and Timber-wolf mix moved into the townhouse that I shared with a dragon couple and a female panther. He introduced himself as Jerome and we became fast friends. Jerome was 5 years younger than myself. All of my townhouse mates seem to like tickling and we have fun tickling each other senseless, though the male dragon is the least ticklish of the bunch. I soon had to take on a second job to help get the bills paid along with Jerome and the male dragon. During my lifetime up to this point, I have done a lot of studying of my anatomy and studies on how my body works with the werewolf gene(s) that I have. I still have felt guilty about that night when I was 5 when I disobey my Father and Mother. On the 17th day of the third month, I was getting ready to go to my part-time job when Jerome's parents stopped by for a surprise visit. That day shattered my peaceful world and agony was stirred in my soul yet again.
"What are YOU doing here?" Jerome's father, who was a timber-wolf, growled when he saw me as I came downstairs to get my lunch bag.
"I live here," I replied as I turned to face him.
My eyes went wide and my heart, which never healed, skipped several beats when my eyes locked with the eyes of Jerome's parents.
"You never told Jerome the truth," Jerome's mother, who was a German shepherd, snarled.
"I never knew that he was your son, Uncle and Aunt," I said as my knees felt weak and I held onto the counter for support.
That was true since I only saw Jerome's father and mother with only daughters instead of a son.
"Aunt and Uncle?" Jerome repeated as he looked from me to his parents, "What's going on here, Jake?"
I gulped and lowered my gaze.
"Your father is the brother of my Father," I replied, "And the truth that they are referring to is how the rest of our pack was killed."
"Hunters wasn't it?" Jerome questioned.
"A group of Lycan Hunters to be exact," I confirmed as I glanced up to see my Aunt and Uncle glaring at me with death glares, "Due to my disobedience."
"What do you mean Jake?" Jerome asked.
"I'm part Lycan," I replied, "And Mother and Father told me to stay indoors the night of my first full moon at the age of 5. I didn't listen due to my curiosity and was therefore exposed to the full moon."
"And he transformed into a werewolf," Jerome's father snapped, "Then went on a killing spree in the nearby human village and then lead the Lycan Hunters straight to our pack. I still haven't forgotten nor forgiven you, Jake. You, who had my brother killed and I saw my sister-in-law ripped apart and burned."
I shuddered at the memory of finding Mother's dismembered body near Father's severed head and how the body parts of Mother were burned.
"I still say that you should have died instead of the rest of them," Jerome's mother growled.
"That was my wish as well," I retorted, "How do you think I felt when I held Grandfather close and watch him die in my arms telling me that it wasn't meant to be for me to die that day after the attack."
"I don't care how you felt," Jerome's father snarled.
"You should leave and never come back," Jerome's mother stated, "Or you need to come back home, son."
"I can't break the contract that I've signed with Conner (who is the male dragon and owner of the townhouse)," Jerome replied, "And Jake is bound by the same agreement. The only thing that we can do is talk it over with Conner and see what he can work out."
"Fine," Jerome's father stated with disgust, "But at least you can leave, Jake."
"Father," Jerome said, "Please remember that you are a guest here."
"It is fine, Jerome," I commented as I gathered my strength and headed for the door, "I need to get going to work anyways."
"Let me walk you out, Jake," Jerome stated, "I'll be back so we can talk about this some more, Mom and Dad."
"Okay, son," Jerome's mother said as Jerome and I headed outside.
"Are you okay, Jake?" Jerome asked as he closed the door behind him and saw the tears in my eyes.
"I'll be fine, Jerome," I replied as I wipe my tears away and getting my stuff situated on my motorcycle, "Grandfather told me that those who survived would either hate me or forgive me."
I got on my motorcycle and started it up. Jerome placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Have you repented for it, Jake?" Jerome asked.
"Every year starting at the age of 6 on that day the attack occurred," I replied, "I've always gone back to our pack's land and sacrificed myself as payment and each year, Grandfather returns my soul to my body. We spend the next day together as we did when I found him dying the day after the attack."
"I forgive you, Jake," Jerome said, "I just wish that I knew Grandfather and your folks and everyone else, but I'll meet them all one day."
"Thanks Jerome," I responded, "But I don't want you to lose your own family connection because of this decision. However, I do know that you have always made logical decisions in the near two years that we've known each other."
"You're welcome and thank you Jake," Jerome commented, "Be careful and try to have a good day at work."
I nodded in reply and then drove to work. My friends at work tried to cheer me up and the day went by slowly and I was filled with worry the whole shift. When I returned home, Conner, Carlia, who is Conner's mate, Karla – who is the female panther, and Jerome where waiting for me.
"We need to have a group discussion, Jake," Carlia commented as I set my stuff down.
"I know," I replied, "About what happened earlier today."
"Exactly," Conner confirmed, "I don't like to judge too quickly or to take rash action, but Jerome's parents have expressed their displeasure with you to me already."
"It happened a long time ago," I said, "And they didn't know when they saw me earlier that I've made my repayment every year since I was 6."
"I told them about that right before they spoke with Conner about it," Jerome stated, "They don't believe you."
"I say that we can't let these family matters interrupt our life here," Karla said as the tip of her tail flicked, "What is done, is done. Let's just move on."
"I agree with Karla," Carlia stated, "Jake hasn't broken any of the rules, so we can't just kick him out and Jerome is an adult himself right now."
"Agreed," Conner reported, "Jerome, you are 23 and Jake is 28. None of you have broken your contract here, so you two won't be kicked out and you both are capable of making your own decisions. With that said, this meeting is over and both of you will remain since your contract is not up yet."
"Thank you Conner," Jerome replied, "And thank you Carlia and Karla."
"You're welcome," Karla responded.
"Thanks everyone," I commented.
Soon, we all were involved in a group hug and got dinner. That night, we played tickle poker and had a great time. Life, up to this 22nd day of the third month, has gone pretty well. Needless to say that my Aunt and Uncle still haven't forgiven me and they have given Jerome a hard time for forgiving me and still remaining in the townhouse. They have tried repeatedly to get Jerome to consider moving back in with them. Each attempt has met with failure. I did promise Jerome to take him with me the next time that I go to sacrifice myself to pay for my sin at our pack's land. I still pray to Grandfather and seek his guidance in my life but Jerome and I think that it is cool that we are cousins and living together.
"It isn't often that cousins hang out with each other as much as we have, Jake," Jerome told me on the 20th day of the third month.
"I know," I replied, "I think that it is cool that it has happened along with sharing many of the same interests."
Jerome laughed and nodded as he looked towards my paws with an evil grin.
"No Jerome!" I protested as I got ready to bolt from his room.
It did me no good since Jerome pounced and tickled my bare paws for the next 10 minutes, sending me into hysterics. I got him back the following day before we both had to go to work.
This a story about my fursona's past and a tragic one it is. I cried a bit when writing it.

Appropriate song(s) for this story is World So Cold and its piano version by 3 Day Grace. I did listen to those songs when writing this story and the line about "Since you've gone away," would be me/my fursona thinking of Grandfather.

Enjoy the story.
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AngelGhidorah's avatar
A greatly written story. :)
Well done, bro.