Hiding Her Identity: The Wilford Wolf

Managing to get myself excused from the lesson, I hurriedly left the classroom amidst puzzled glances from my pack members. As the pain intensified, I staggered down the corridor, mind-linking someone to take my bags home later. I vaguely heard an affirmation, though I couldn't identify the respondent.

Barely managing to get to the school parking lot, I clumsily pulled out my phone and dialed my mom's number. The agony was escalating, and I was filled with terror. My mom's voice on the other end of the line was a welcome sound.

"Hello, sweetie," she greeted.

"Mum. Please, I need you to pick me up. Something's wrong... I'm in pain all over, and I don't know why. Please hurry, Mum, the pain is intensifying," I cried out in desperation.

"I'm on my way, darling," she assured me, hanging up immediately.

Soon after the call ended, I collapsed onto the pavement, writhing in unbearable pain. The cold ground was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my body. My hair sprawled around my face, as though attempting to shield me from the world. Five agonizing minutes later, my parents' car pulled up. Seeing them emerge, I sobbed uncontrollably, the pain amplifying with each passing moment. I focused on the tears soaking into the concrete, darkening its hue-a distraction from the ceaseless torment coursing through my body.

"Hang in there, sweetheart. Can you tell us where it hurts?" My dad inquired, a note of urgency in his voice.

"Everywhere. It feels like daggers are piercing me. My bones feel like they're about to snap. Ahh, it's unbearable!" I shrieked.

Gently, my dad scooped me up and secured me in the back of the car. Climbing into the front seats, my parents shared a worried glance.

"Do you know what's happening?" My mum queried, her voice shaking with concern.

"Yes, but it's too early. She still has two years left. Something's not right," Dad responded, his brow furrowed.

"Are you implying...? We need to inform the Alpha," Mum uttered, realization dawning on her face.

In my bewildered state, I could only muster small cries of pain, my teeth gritted against the torment.

"I've already alerted the Alpha. We're heading to the clearing now. We'll get her through this," Dad assured her.

Suddenly, the car came to a halt beside the forest. Once again, my dad cradled me in his arms and we embarked on a run through the verdant expanse. As the hues of green and brown blurred together, I was hit by another wave of debilitating pain. Arriving at a clearing, I saw Alpha Kendrick awaiting us, his expression grave as my screams escalated.

"Yes, she's indeed shifting prematurely. I've never witnessed it happen this early. We must do what we can to ease her through this," Alpha Kendrick stated, his voice filled with resolve.

Shifting? But that was a rite of passage reserved for the sixteenth birthday of every wolf. Why was my case different? Confusion mingled with agony as I writhed on the grassy floor, praying for an end to the torture. Yet, the pain persisted, intensifying when I thought it couldn't possibly get any worse.

"You've got this, Gianna," Alpha Kendrick encouraged.

"I can't... It's too much... Please, make it stop," I whimpered, my hands clutching at the grass, yanking it from the soil.

Suddenly, a bone-jarring snap reverberated through me, eliciting a scream. Snap after snap echoed around me, the gruesome symphony of my bones breaking and reshaping was overbearing. It was a miracle I hadn't lost consciousness yet.

"Don't resist it, Gia," my dad coaxed gently.

As my clothes disintegrated, fur sprouted all over my body. The snapping of bones continued, signalling my transformation. I became a wolf, meeting my inner wolf today. My transformation completed, my hands and feet were replaced by paws.

Greetings, Gianna. I am Jazzlyn, your wolf companion. I will guide and support you through our shared journey. We are one, we know each other intimately, sharing a single consciousness. Our unity is unique. We are a Wilford Wolf, the only one of our kind in existence. The last of our lineage roamed the Earth over a thousand years ago. We are superior - stronger, faster, more intelligent than all other wolves, save for the Royals. The Moon Goddess has a plan for us, and no matter what our purpose is, I will be with you. We are forever bound.

Her words left me breathless. This revelation was far beyond anything I'd imagined. Although the pain had finally ceased, I was overwhelmed. Meeting my wolf at fourteen felt too soon, too sudden. I wasn't prepared for this.

I will prepare you. You have a strong support system, and though our journey will be arduous and long, we will conquer it.

Thank you, Jazzlyn.

A chorus of gasps echoed behind me. As I turned, my eyes met those of my mother, father, and the Alpha. Each face mirrored the same expression, an amalgamation of astonishment and awe.

"Alpha, is this what I believe it to be?" My dad asked, his voice echoing the uncertainty in the air.

The Alpha seemed to rouse himself from his stupor.

"Yes, it is. We've all read the werewolf stories. She fits the description perfectly - the greyish fur tinged silver, the glimmering sheen. Wilford Wolves are the strongest, fastest, most intelligent amongst us, their powers rivaling that of the Royals. Legends say they are blessed by the Moon Goddess herself during times of great need. They're destined for extraordinary lives and serve a divine purpose. To witness one in my pack is an honor. I'll personally guide you, helping you harness the full potential of your new form," the Alpha affirmed, his voice ringing with pride.

My parents looked on, their eyes shining with respect and admiration. I examined my wolf form, awed by its beauty. The silvery edges of my fur shimmered in the light, giving off a radiant glow. As I started to explore my new form, it was like discovering an extension of myself.

"However," the Alpha continued, his tone turning serious, "Wilford Wolves, especially those not in positions of power, have been hunted down for their strength. Rouges will pursue you. I will prepare you, but until you find your mate, your identity must remain a secret. We will disguise your scent as an ordinary Omega. You'll need to pretend that you haven't shifted yet and shift only when it's safe and I'm with you. Following your sixteenth birthday, this will be a challenging couple of years. Your status and the respect associated with it will decline because you 'haven't' shifted. But it's a necessary measure for your safety. Once you have a mate and a mate bond, your power will be augmented, particularly if the Mating Ball pairs you with a high-ranking mate. Only then will you be strong enough to protect yourself and your pack," the Alpha stated solemnly.

I nodded in comprehension, lowering my gaze. My life would take an unexpected turn after my sixteenth birthday. My friends would shun me, deeming me weak and unworthy. I felt an overwhelming urge to escape, to experience freedom in this new form.

Alpha, may I go for a run? I need to clear my head. It's been an eventful day, I mind-linked.

By all means, but your father and I will accompany you, came the reply. I expressed my consent with a nod.

As the Alpha and my father shifted into their wolf forms, they positioned themselves on either side of me. Together, we dashed into the forest, a cathartic run to ease my clouded mind.

End of Flashback

That fateful day had forever altered the course of my life. Now, four years later, I found myself grappling with the burdens that past had thrown upon me. I was hopeful, praying that upon finding my mate, my life would finally take a turn for the better. That sliver of hope was what I clung onto.