By Georgia Horesh
There was once a tribe of werewolves who lived in a village on the edge
of a forest. These people existed in peace with the land around them.
It should be noted however, that they did not run around on all fours.
For who would it do to try and sew a vest or dress with paws? No, they
walked on two legs and went about their lives as the men and women of
other villages did. It was only those who went to hunt game for food
and at times, defend the land, which took on the lupine form.
Now, this tribe had a leader, a Wolf Lord, who ruled wisely and with
a strong fair hand. He had a wife, who was as gentle as the breeze and
as lovely as the summer wind. It was whispered and known among the tribe’s
people that it was her calming voice that had eased the raging river
of her husband’s anger many a time. And as is normal, this Wolf
Lord and Lady had many pups that were all strong and healthy, as young
children should be. The runt of this litter was a little girl named
Aunrae was a beautiful creature. She had eyes that were intensely blue
like winter ice, cheeks of pink roses, lips of mulled wine and hair
colored the rich brown of the deep woods. She was bright and inquisitive
and always ready to smile. For all intent, she was a normal happy child
who loved her family and was loved in turn.
Now, being the runt of her siblings, Aunrae was not as strong or as
fast as they. And though she grew and was healthy and agile, she could
not win in competitions with her brothers and sisters. It was a fact
she grew to accept, try as she might. And soon, it ceased to be a bother
for her, for there was much more in life around her to attract her attentions.
It was only when her littermates reached the age and time when they
could take on the wolf form and she could not, that Aunrae felt sadness.
First, eldest brother was able to become a creature with fur colored
gray like a stormy sky. He left home soon after to run with the pack
in the woods and find a mate. Then eldest sister, a lovely girl, became
able to transform into a golden-coated wolf. She too left home to find
a mate and join the pack. And so it went, until only Aunrae remained
at home with her mother and father. It was not too long after that,
that her brothers and sisters began families of their own.
As time passed and Aunrae was a young woman who had still not gone through
the change, she begged to be allowed to run with the wolves. The answer
was always no. Aunrae persisted, tears of frustration in her eyes, but
her mother would only say, “It is not proper for two legs to run
with four. You must wait till the time is right.”
Of course, Aunrae wondered why she hadn’t become able to become
a wolf like her siblings had. She wondered when her time would come.
And soon, so did her parents and her brothers and sisters. Then more
time passed and the rest of the tribe wondered as well. It seemed that
the Wolf Princess on two legs was doomed to stay that way. And doomed
to stay alone, for who would ever want to marry the runt of the litter
anyway? Especially one who couldn’t be a wolf?
Then one night, in the cold of winter, a huge snowstorm came. The snow
fell for days and looked like it would never end. Ice froze the land
as harsh winds chilled the heart. The wolves could find no game to hunt;
the prey had either fled the lands or perished, to be buried under a
thick white blanket. As the snow continued to fall, the food stores
grew more and more empty: Far faster than the tribe expected. As the
days grew to months of snowstorms, the food stores were used till they
were almost barren. It became apparent that there would soon only be
enough supplies to last for a few more weeks. There was little hope
for the future as day after day passed and the hunters returned with
empty hand and claw. And day after day, the snow fell silently upon
Aunrae saw her people suffering and felt helpless. Her heart ached to
do something. “So be it,” she said late one frozen night,
“I must do what I can for my tribe… Two legs or not.”
She packed up her bow, a quiver of arrows and some supplies. After dressing
as warmly as she could, she snuck out from her home and ran into the
winter ever under the eye of the crescent moon.
She traveled long and hard, pushing her way through snow and ice. She
saw no deer, nor hares nor any other game to hunt. Her spirits faltered
and sank each day she found no food. But still, she kept on.
It was on one of her many fruitless searches through a dense part of
the woods, that a hungry bear, lean and viscous, attacked her. Aunrae
tried to defend herself as best she could, but she was weak from an
empty belly and the bear was fiercer than she. The bear knocked Aunrae
to the ground then poised a huge paw to strike her. Aunrae awaited her
fate with closed eyes.
But instead of feeling the claws of the bear, she heard a harsh cry.
Looking up in surprise, Aunrae watched as a young man brandishing a
sword, chased off the bear. The cry had startled the creature enough
to spook it and frighten it away. Once satisfied that the bear was gone,
not to return, the young man walked back to Aunrae.
He appeared to Aunrae to be about the same age as her. He was taller
than she, with hair the color of a raven’s wind and eyes of golden
brown. His face showed concern as he helped her up to her feet, “Are
“No,” She answered, “I’m fine good sir…
“I am Erev Anguin,” He said, sheathing his sword at his
side, “What are you doing out here alone?”
Aunrae introduced herself and explained that she was hunting food for
her tribe. “They are hungry and this winter has been so harsh…
I can only hope they are still alright.”
“I too hunt for game, but have found none so far. I am usually
a loner, but some company in this barren and dangerous wood may do me
some good. What say we travel together?”
Aunrae agreed and so they traveled and the time passed as they searched.
They made shelter when they were able and shared whatever food they
scavenged from the forest. They told riddles and tales to keep each
other in high spirits and the woods would be filled with their laughter
in the quiet cold. The two became good friends and grew increasingly
fond of each other.
After a long time of trudging through the frozen world, Erev and Aunrae
saw something that filled them both with hope: It was a beautiful stag
chewing on a few tiny leaves clinging to a winter-dead shrub. “Surely
the good spirits do smile upon us Aunrae,” Erev whispered to her
as they crouched low to the ground out of sight.
They moved in, carefully and quietly… Then together, they attacked
the stag. Before it knew what was happening, the two were able to leap
upon it and wound it. But nothing is more dangerous than a wounded animal.
The stag, in a burst of self-preserving strength, flung mighty antlered
head, throwing Erev off into a tree. Aunrae was then bucked off into
the snow, but she was unhurt and quickly got her feet. Dazed, Erev didn’t
get up as the stag ran to charge and impale him upon its sharp horns.
Aunrae was horrified. The stag was going to kill him! Her heart cried
out in a pain she had never known.
Now was the time.
Before Aunrae knew what she was doing, she was running at the stag.
Her senses sharpened, her mind raced with her feet and her heart pounded
within her chest as if trying to break free. She fell forward onto her
arms that were no longer arms, but legs: The legs and claws of a wolf.
She was a creature of the darkest fur, with eyes sparkling like stars
in the night sky.
Using all of her might, she leapt and dove at the stag’s muscled
neck. She sunk her sharp teeth into its flesh and knocked it off its
course. Erev was safe. The stag fell to the ground, with Aunrae’s
jaws still holding onto it. She ripped at its throat, till it gave a
wheezy moan and finally died. Blood flowed from its neck, staining the
white snow to pool under the body. Aunrae backed away from the kill,
letting herself become human once more.
Tired, sore, and weak, she shivered in the cold, naked and afraid. It
was as soon as the stag died, that she realized Erev had seen her change.
He saw what she had become and what she really was. “He will think
I am a monster and hate me,” She thought miserably.
She fell to her knees in the snow, wrapping her arms about herself,
fearful of what he would do. Then she felt a soft warm cloak wrap around
her as Erev knelt by her side. Aunrae gazed up at him, love burning
in her heart. His soft golden eyes met her own crystal blue ones. Erev
smiled and she saw no hate in him.
“You do not fear me?” She asked, confused.
“Why? Because you are a werewolf? Silly girl, I could never be
afraid of you. I love you my Wolf Princess. Besides,” He smiled
warmly to reveal his own sharp canines, “To fear you would be
to fear myself. Do you think you are the only one with the moon in your
Aunrae nearly cried in joy as she wrapped her arms about him. He returned
her embrace with a kiss. “Come my love,” Erev said, helping
her to her feet, “We must get you clothed and warm again.”
Aunrae dressed in spare clothes from her pack and they cooked the stag
over a roaring fire. After eating what they could, they packed the rest
of the meat up and slept soundly in each other’s arms.
As they traveled on, they came upon a small clutch of dear trapped in
the woods. Aunrae and Erev took the forms of wolves and together, they
herded the creatures back to her village. There was enough meat to last
the tribe through the rest of the winter. There was much to celebrate
that night in the village.
Soon time passed in its continuing cycle so that the snow soaked into
the earth and the ice wept away to welcome the new life. And in the
spring, under the new moon, deep in the woods where the ivy and white
roses grow and the celandine is wild, Erev Anguin and Aunrae Faeryl