Passage Three

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    “The Elders are already trying to discuss the matters of the humans even knowing we’re around! Telling them this would just give them a heart attack!” I warned, thinking of the wise, elderly gray wolves that spent their time discussing the protection of us. I thought of them all crowded around a campfire, telling the young ones of the old times they had. Shuddering to think me as an elder, I directed my attention back to Tanya, who was staring at me.
    “We have to do something! We can’t just let them not know about this! At least let’s tell the pack leader. Sorry, fine, at least let’s tell Tom!” she insisted, barely dodging a tree in front of her. I noticed we were approaching the lake, and my nose got into action. Humans sometimes took a dive in the lake, so we always had to make sure there were none around.
    “Humans!” I warned, and we turned slowly into human form. Our snouts became shorter, and divided into a mouth and nose. Our fur disappeared, leaving only t-shirts, shorts, and flip flops. Oh yeah, and our long, silky hair was there too. My hair wasn’t white like my fur, but a jet black, reminding me of the night sky without stars. Our paws became smaller, and we stood back on two feet.
    Walking out of the bushes, me and Tanya looked at each other. The humans were all laughing and having a good time, a family. We hadn’t had a good, true family since our parents, all four of which died in fighting when we were young, had been around. My only family was my younger brother, Tray, and he was almost always going undercover for information of what people were talking about werewolves. He never had said anything about a man in a black overcoat though.  Tanya had an older sister, Nina, but Nina was Tom’s mate, so she had more important things to do. That was why Tanya always called him ‘Tom.’
    Tom is the pack leader, a large, jet black wolf with white paws and snout. His eyes were brown fire, but a warming fire, a fire that comforted you and made you feel at home. He is a fast, strong fighter, muscles weaving him together. His voice was deep and scruffy, making many of the young pups laugh. He loved the young pups and cared for them, making them laugh. Whenever he laughed, you could feel joy rushing through your fur (er, I should say, whole body).