Werewolf Race

The world has its hidden secrets, it is not alone with a single variable but a lot has been kept hidden and remains unnoticed. If the human race exists and so we do... the werewolf race.

I sniffed the fresh air of the mountain and feel the freshness it produces, in this way I could feel the comfort of life that can only be found in this forest.

"Useless bitch, it's better if you just die."

"Weak!"

"I don't care what happens to you, you're useless."

"You should have never exist!"

The words I always hear from anyone... everyone who used to know me keeps on replaying in my head.

Maybe... maybe I should have never existed. I didn't found my purpose yet in this world nor the reason why I was born.

Standing at the top of the cliff looking at the whole village feeling the darkness of the night... the werewolf race created its own haven but then, they have different factions by which families are identified.

The Family of Archery, those who are expert in using archers and great with hunting skills, they're known as sharpshooters.

The Family of Axes, they are a group of people who chooses to use axes in daily life that includes fighting and hunting, they have incredible muscle strength.

The Family of Daggers, this family often uses daggers and knives in fighting and has great ability when it comes to speed.

The Family of Swordsmen, they are great fighters as they always choose to be part of battles and wars, they are the patrolmen of the village.

The Leaders, they are exceptional as they can be anywhere and expert on everything, they are known as perfect... these are the leaders of the Village and that includes the strongest of all... the Alpha with his right hands, the beta and omega.

I've never seen the Alpha, Beta, and Omega but they are Legendaries and famous in all the land because of their incredible strength and good leadership skills.

I sighed, I hope I could have at least acquired one in any of the skills but unluckily, I'm not gifted, I don't have any of the skills even though I belong on the Family of Archery, I could say, I know how to use an archer but I'm not an expert nor a sharpshooter, even for being a werewolf... I am weak, my senses are not great as the normal werewolf has.

They're right, I'm useless. I do not deny that fact, even I forgot the memories I have before I turned 15. All memories when I was a child had just vanished and even though how many times I tried thinking of the past nothing left on my mind, maybe because I'm stupid and weak even my own family say so.

Looking back at the village, the place is divided by families, a family lives in one place only as defined by their skills, the joints of all families don't work well as they seem to fight each other in glory and prestige. However, with the help of the leaders, peace and order are well managed in the village. I admire the leaders who could handle their members properly.

"Clary! Where the hell are you!?" I suddenly closed my eyes in the reaction of the sudden burst out in my ear, mom just called me asking where I am through telepathy, it is a werewolf's ability used to communicate only in connection within families or mate.

I've never expected her to call me, I thought they didn't know I existed, I never imagined my presence in the family... ever.

'Maybe they have something for you to do, as always.' My wolf sarcastically said.

"Shut up, Cordia. " I stated to her and she goes silent following my order.

I sighed once again and turned around as I shifted into my wolf form, the darkness of the night illuminates my white fur with a circular black on my back. I run as fast as I could like a free creature of the night, tonight this forest is my haven and my home is like a prison of my freedom.

I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Clary Vertina, the second daughter of Hera and George Vertina from the Family of Archery. I guess, in our family, I'm the lousy one.

'You're not, they just didn't see your value.' Cordia retaliated.

I met Cordia when I turned 18, and just like me. She doesn't know anything even a glimpse of memory from the past. She just showed up during my 18th birthday. Well, I think there is nothing important in the past as the saying goes, 'Focus on your present and work for your future.'

'I've never heard of that saying.' Cordia said.

"It's because I made that up," I replied to her.

'Tch.'

Cordia is my one and only bestfriend, she knows every pain and suffering I had and she's the one who keeps comforting me, even though sometimes I couldn't stand her attitude.

'Rather to say, I could never understand you!'

"Here we go again," I said seemingly as we're on the verge of bickering once again and I don't wanna waste my time arguing with her principles.

As I go along the village even in darkness werewolves including pups are having training using their given skills, when I reached the place which is considered as the territory of axes, some were creating tools and weapons, have I told you that Axes Family are great in creating weapons? They are the number one dealer of weapons in the village. The others are training their pups to use the axe.

Have I ever been trained before? Did my parents ever teach me how to use an archer? But then, remembering the first time I ever got to hold the Archer when I was 15-year-old, I knew how to use it, but I'm not good at using it at first by the time I'm getting used to it, but until now, I can't be called a sharpshooter.

Just then I realized I was already at the territory of the Family of Daggers, these werewolves are fast considering their history and ability, sometimes you couldn't catch them with your eyes as they moved swiftly. I stopped when I saw a girl my age throwing her dagger on the target tree with a circular dot on it. Geez, she perfectly shot the target, what a sharpshooter!

Looking at the dagger, I don't know why. But I have this urge that... I wanted to use it.

"Clary!" I heard mom called once again and so I continue running until I reached the territory... the Family of Archery.