The Black Alder Series 1-3

"Elena," a voice came from behind me. I'm standing in the middle of the most beautiful garden, full of rose bushes and white daisies. I turned around and saw a young woman approaching me. She seems to get more beautiful with each step she takes. "Who are you, and how do you know my name?" I asked. "Mom always told me to ask these questions to strangers. "I am a friend, child," she replies with a smile on her face. Her hair is the most beautiful color—silver and white blended together. She is dressed in a silver dress with beautiful curves, but what draws me in the most are her eyes. They are the bluest eyes I have ever seen, and I feel at peace. Her aura of power is pouring from her in waves, and suddenly, even with me being 4 years old, I know she would never harm me. "You’re beautiful, Miss," I replied with the biggest smile on my face. "Thank you, darling," she continued. "Child, I have come to tell you something terrible is about to happen to you." "What do you mean?" I said I was getting scared. "What will happen?" She sits on the ground and puts me on her lap. "Danger will come to you from all sides, my child," she says, stroking my hair. "You must be patient and have courage." You must never give up, even when it seems like all hope is lost, my child. "You will be tested, but you must have faith in yourself. Never lose it. She strokes my hair lightly, and I get sleepier; her voice is starting to fade. I'm struggling to keep my eyes open and remember her words. "What will happen? I asked?" as my eyes began to close. "Remember my words" is all I hear before everything fades.

I woke up with a sweat. The dream I just had seems so familiar, as if I've had that dream before, but in my dream, I was only 4. That was 10 years ago. 

Is that when I first had this dream? I wondered to myself for sure, but a warning for what? And who is she? I can hear my mom and dad talking downstairs, making breakfast for me and my older brother Lynx. It is an average day here in Charlotte, North Carolina. Here, the weather is always humid, with limited chilly days. People in my pack hate the weather. I love it. 

By pack, yes, you guessed it. We are all werewolves here. Our pack is known as the Black Sun's Pack, one of 15 packs in the whole state. A wolf king and queen ruled each state. Our king does not live on our parkland, though. Most of us have shifted; some of us are not like me. The shifting age isn't until 18, but you can get your wolf conscious a little earlier than that. It's different for everyone. A wolf consciousness is like a voice in your head