To say that my family was ‘unique’ would have been
an understatement. With Mum and Gran
being Circulators; their bio-electromagnetic frequencies are in temporal flux
so they hardly aged. Both my Mum and my
Gran had the appearance of human women in their twenties. But their husbands, Dad and Grandfather
didn’t mind this one bit. Since Dad,
Grandfather and Uncle Julian were Lokoti Werewolves, they could live until
they’re 200 years old. My 56 year old
Grandfather looked like a man in his early forties as my 39 year old Dad had
the appearance of a man in his mid twenties.
As was the custom of our tribe except with my family, the Lokoti
Werewolves outlived their human wives.
Whereas we lived on the hill, the Sabre’s
(pronounced Sar-bra, if you ever want
to see Declan’s Werewolf eyes glow then mispronounce his surname) lived in the
central community of our tribal lands where the sports field, general store/
gas station, garage, meeting hall and small library/ school were. The Lokoti community centre was like a
village primarily made up of residential homes on small streets, with
simplistic gardens and greenhouses for families to grow their own fruit and
vegetables. All of the buildings here were
made from wood which came courtesy of the surrounding forest.
The Lokoti Tribal Lands were safely tucked away in
a small corner of the vast Lokoti National Park in the Alaska
Range . We were situated 4.5 hours north of Anchorage
and 1.5 hours south of Fairbanks township of Alma Alma
Aunt Susan and Gran helped run our make-shift
school which primarily went from when you were 7 – 15 years old. But there were some kids like Derik and I,
who continued our schooling by concentrating on different areas. Derik loved studying science and I just loved
studying history, so our parents continued to tell us what additional books we
could read. They even set us
‘assignments’ which we occasionally had to write up to show if we understood or
not, the books which had been recommended.
“He doesn’t just look like his Great Great Grand
Uncle, Mike Sabre but he has disposition too… maybe Derik will become a
Medicine Man? Mike Sabre was a
doctor.” Gran shrugged to Aunt Susan. She and Grandfather were especially close to
Aunt Susan and her sons, as they helped the widow raise her young.
Aunt Susan was equally proud of her two boys,
although they were as different from each other as chalk and cheese. Derik had brown hair, brown eyes and was
academic, sensitive and easy to talk to.
He had been my playmate ever since we were babies as our birthdays were
only two weeks apart.
However Derik’s older brother Declan, was another
story. He stopped going to school when
he was 13 years old to become an apprentice mechanic instead. Declan is soon to turn 21 and he’s the
rudest, most arrogant boy in the tribe… with dark blonde hair, bright blue eyes
and a constant scowl. He bosses Derik
around a lot, seeing himself as head of the family. The only people I’ve ever seen him be nice
to, are adults such as his parent, my parents and to my grandparents. When Declan changed, the Lokoti Werewolf
pack took him under their wing. By
taking him hunting every full moon in the National Park, they taught the young
European Werewolf to replace his craving for human flesh to animal instead.
When Lokoti Werewolves change they still look
humanoid; as their muscles bulk up, their eyes change colour and glow, the
nails on their hands and feet turn long and hard, like claws. Their teeth
become elongated and sharp as they have lightening fast reflexes and
supernatural strength. But when Declan
changes, he completely morphs from man to beast. He looks like a huge, hulking, hairless wolf
with his height and weight doubling; which means he’s bigger and stronger than
the Lokoti Werewolf. His bright green
eyes would glow in the dark and from the few times I’d seen them in Werewolf
form, they still unnerved me.
The fifteen Lokoti Werewolves are highly esteemed
members of the Lokoti tribe. Three of our nine Tribal Elders are
Werewolves. The Lokoti Werewolves were
seen as our guardians. World War Three
occurred three years before I was born and from then, the Lokoti Werewolves
have patrolled our tribal lands, keeping us safe from looters during the
outside world’s sickness and lawlessness.
They even fought foreign Werewolves who still feasted on human flesh,
like the European Werewolf who killed Anthony Sabre and turned Declan.
Our tribe has become accustomed to the mish-mash of
different breeds of Werewolves, or Circulators and other humans with special
gifts. To the humans, it became easy to
spot a Werewolf in the crowd due to their towering height and strong
build. To the Werewolves, it was easy
with their infrared sight, to spot the Circulator or the psychic, because of
the auras they produced.
And me…? I’m nobody special, not really. I’m the
daughter, granddaughter and niece of Lokoti Werewolves but that’s it. Oh yeah, I’m supposed to be a Circulator but
I can’t circulate. I’m the last Circulator in all of human history, so my
family says. My appearance is nothing
out of the ordinary either. I’m 160 cm’s
tall with typical straight, black Lokoti hair but I have my mother’s and my
grandmother’s blue eyes. My skin wasn’t
bronzed like the Lokoti natural skin colour either and neither is Mum’s. I think my mother and I get our colouring
from my grandmother who is English.
Gran has bright blue eyes, pale skin and wavy,
chestnut brown hair. Grandfather and Dad
are either half or three-quarter Lokoti with the typical straight black
hair. But Grandfather’s grandmother was
Caucasian so he has her blue eyes. Nana,
who is my Dad’s Mum, is Chinese-American so Dad has her pale skin and dark, sharp
eyes. With my blue eyes, they were
darker than my family’s for some reason.
Maybe because my father’s Lokoti-Asian dark brown were mixed in?
“B!” I heard Mum call out.
“Yeah?”
“Dinner’s ready!”
I opened my bedroom door and skipped downstairs to
take my place at the table. I found Dad
was home from his meeting with the Tribal Elders and the pack and he helped Mum serve dinner. They shared the jobs around the house like
cooking and cleaning in equal measure, which included raising their beloved
only child.
“How are you B?” He smiled.
“Good thanks Dad. What’s for dinner?” I watched my
parents serve up in the kitchen.
“Roast Duck and vegetables.” He answered. “We’ve
got plenty of food here, it looks like we have enough leftovers for the next
two nights.”
“I was expecting Derik would be staying for
dinner.” Mum said.
“That boy’s got the appetite of a Werewolf alright,
although he’s human.” He let out a laugh.
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