"The Lost Mind - Chapter 5" by Carly ´Lhena´ Silverton

“Wait, so werewolves are real, but we’re not Werewolves?” Julian questioned.

“Yes, but werewolves are more like a perverted creature. They look more human when they change, just longer limbs and thicker hair, nothing like our pelts though,” Lhena explained, “ They-”

“Wait, what? So we are actual wolves with a somewhat human mind?”

“Yes, we are Wolves, our form is that of a slightly larger than normal wolf and our minds are much more complex, once you change you’ll understand. But basically as Wolves, we understand our Instincts and we have the power to either go with them or decide that there are others things that can be done. Werewolves have no control over their Instincts, they don‘t remember anything about their human life. And, with that they could kill their best friend without knowing it until someone tells them as a human,” she clarified once again.

“So, who could have bit me?”

“I have no clue who could have bit you without me knowing another Wolf was in the area.”

“Maybe this wasn’t a Wolf. Maybe it was a…you know, a Werewolf?” Julian chided.

“I hope to God you’re wrong, because I certainly don’t like another Wolf around when this isn’t even my territory. But to have a Werewolf around, would be trouble, major trouble. Fortunately, I don’t think it was a Werewolf. That wound is too little for a Werewolf to make and you said it looked like a wolf. The thing I‘m worried about is that fact that you didn‘t notice it until you stepped outside of this Place,” Lhena acknowledged, “very few places around this place have blind spot’s, but I guess that would explain the reason for my lack of detection. Yet, why didn’t I realize the Gift was with you before?”

“Well I have no idea what you just said, at all,” Julian pronounced.

“Sorry, well for one a blind spot is a magic place that not even other wolves can find others. Humans have no idea, but usually if a Wolf is in a blind spot they don’t have any clue what is outside the blind spot until others come in, or if they know that others should be outside. Anyway, basically it’s a weakness to anyone inside it. That would explain why you didn’t see the Wolf until after you were outside. But how could they know a blind spot was here, unless…” Lhena left off.

“Unless what? Lhena what are you talking about?” Julian inquired.

“I’m talking about the very few founders of this place-”

“Founders? What founders?” Julian interrupted.

“The founders are the ones the founded this town and this school.”

“What do they have to do with this blind spot?”

“There is an old legend circling around this town among us Wolves. It says that one of the founders was a Wolf, the others never knew it but his son created a blind spot with his magick after one of his rituals failed. Any failed ritual can have major consequences on the caster or the area. Thankfully, it was only this small spot and not the town. The legend says that the founder found out about his son’s mistake and cursed him to this land.”

“So, it can’t be that bad, can it?”

“Oh yes it is, the founder used his magick to bind his son to this land, meaning he can’t go beyond the limits of this world, or more so to say he can’t die. His spirit will walk the world forever and he will never be free. Free to join the Goddess, Selene.”

“Oh, wow. So Wolves can use and control magick?”

“Yes, but in order to control it you must understand it and to understand you must control it,” Lhena disclosed.

“Soooo?”

“It means you must have respect for those who know it and have respect for the power needed to control the magick. It usually inquires that you must first study and then perform the binding spell to understand and fully control the limits of your magick,” Lhena explained.

“Binding spell, what kind?”

“A simple spell that binds magick to the being, all Wolves must perform it at a certain time to be able to control the Change and the rest of their magick, for magick is what allows Wolves to Change and understand the Wolf,” Lhena finally managed to get a break from answering questions as Julian became silent for a moment, taking in all that he just learned.

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“Hey, Lhena. So do we know who bit me?” Julian asked.

“As a matter of fact, no.” Just then an owl sounded somewhere in the creek’s forest, stirring their minds to the present time. They both fell into their own thoughts as time ticked by. Yet, the silence was broken when Lhena finally realized the answer they had been searching for.

“Lhena, do you know who bit you?”

“He went by the name of Cooper and he was a very large black…” Lhena phased out as they both realized their Giver, or one who bit them.

“Micheal Cooper was the name the founder’s son went by after being denounced from his family. His name before that was Henry Cullam,” Lhena thought aloud.