Species Info: Wolf

Here is the beginning of The Wolf Clan as told by the First, Lamia Wolf:

"I am Lamia Wolf, the founding mother and the leader of the Wolf Clan. I was born in Europe. I do not recall the location of the place of my birth the clan who prospered there is nothing more then dust in the wind.

I had a human mother and a human father, both of them where mortals. A deadly plague hit my clan when I was 13 summers and all my sisters and all of my brothers, all of my kin died in pain. By a cruel twist of fate, I was the only living thing that was left after the plague departed. I was left to bury them all in the death hut.

A night after I was finished with the burial I was attacked by a group of shapeshifters. They where hunting for sport or for need, I did not know and don't know still. They kidnapped me and turned me into one of them. They abandoned me quickly after I completed my change.

Few nights after my change I shapeshifted for the first time into an inky black wolf. I roamed the night hunting deer and small animals in belief that I was a werewolf.

For few years I gave into my dark side, running murderous crusades on nearby clans. They feared me and my inhuman strength much. I managed to convince other wolf-shapeshifters and werewolves to join me hunting humans. I enjoyed it much although I was only 13 summers. Slowly I was informed about a new organization that was forming, the Night World. I dismissed it, hating any kind of traditions. This became a mistake that I paid later on in my life.

By a complete accident, I was informed about a location of a very powerful book, a book that might have turned me into an immortal creature. Fearing closing death, I abandoned the crusades despite violent protests of my pack-mates, to find the book that would bring me immortality.

I found it and fought for it. I left holding onto my life with determination. I desperately didn't want to die. That became my only obsession, fascination, fetish for a year. I studied the book and became friends with few witches. They showed me some simple things I could do, even though my blood wasn't the same as theirs.

At first I couldn't find the spell of immortality and became furious at everyone and everything. My 19 years was closing in and I was determined to find the spell for perfect immortality. I loathed vampires because they where slaves to the blood, they where nothing without it.

By that time, I have traveled far. One night my frustration reached a peak and with anger I thew the book against the wall of the pyramid and left. The book broke, it's leather pages where thrown in a mess around it. Eaten by guilt I returned and collected it.

When I was picking up the pieces I noticed that there where too many of them. It looked like the witch who was writing it down took certain precautions and hid the most powerful spells inside the leather binding. I picked one up and my eyes shined emerald green. My spell was there.

Quickly I gathered all the necessary ingredients and feeling the weight of my 25th birthday upon my back, I performed the spell. I ignored the warning stating that it was for humans only. One of the witches whom I considered my best friend helped me with preparations. The spell backfired because I was a shapeshifter, it spell opened my friend to demons and I was forced to kill her before any of them escaped.

Furious at myself I burned the book that gave me what I loathed, imperfect immortality. Guilt ridden I hid in the depths of night for centuries, reminiscing the night when my best friend died. I still do.

I moved quite a lot because I didn't eat food and didn't assume typical female role. That usually aroused suspicion, and more often then not I had to fake my death when I was stoned or something more appropriate for different regions. The only exception was when Egyptians made me their queen, and no, I wasn't Cleopatra. After that I turned myself into a male; I dressed in male clothes, I voted, I kept my hair short. The only thing I couldn't change where the physical aspects of my womanhood, but I used linen cloths to flatten my chest, and make up to make my face more "masculene".

In Asia I met Sebastian, a sly werewolf who taught me many things. It was he who pointed out that my powers are unlike a werewolves or shapeshifters. I could shape shift into my Wolf form easily, like a shapeshifter without the influence of the moon or the hunting of pray to eat the blood filled organs. I didn't feel the need to do so either.

One day after Sebastian came back from the hunt and brought a freshly killed deer. I felt and odd tingling in my jaw, and when I opened my mouth I noticed that I could retract and extend my canine teeth. I had the power of the vampires and I was bound to blood just like them. Sebastian noticed the change in me and let me share his kill with him, to his surprise, I didn't eat it; but I used my new ability of drawing the blood out with my canines.

A month or so later, when I practiced my 'non-witchy' spells, I noticed sparks coming out of my hands. Soon I learned how to control it, and the witch fire was at my command. I was able to manipulate and use it just like a fully trained witch.

Soon after that my first daughter was born - Kyra. Soon after her birth, Sebastian left us; he had told me the secrets of Night World. Soon I was paid a visit from Night World council, fortunately I managed to hide Kyra's birth, so I was the only one dragged away kicking and screaming. Night World Council was curious and very reluctant about my existence, I was something that wasn't supposed to be born. Soon an execution was upon my head but no normal ways of killing worked, I kept on living. They didn't want my body burned by the fire for further study. I had paid dearly for the ignorance of my youth.

After a while I was allowed to live, but became a secret among the Night World, something to be whispered in the dark. At this point my powers rivaled Hunters, the first born vampire. The Night World Council realized their mistake but by this time it was too late, I was too powerful. I chose to remain in secret, away from the preying eyes of the Night World and slowly stated to turn them into one of my own, my Wolves as I started to call them.

My daughter and me quarreled often about many things. Eventually she left me, to live a life of her own. Later she told me that she's not immortal like me, I have turned her into a Wolf.

Many centuries later I lived in the better section in the slums of London, I had amassed by that time quite a fortune, but I never used it. Being and archeologist for museums and discovering "new" tombs was my choice of irony.

I hated humans, hated them with all the depths of my hart. They lived short, insignificant lives, yet some of them where happy. They took joy out of everything they could and I couldn't and didn't. You can say hello to Jack the Ripper. I don't bite, on a good day. My temper mellowed down and I don't hunt anyone, good or bad. I wipe my hands clean of any of the vampire politics.

I have two half daughters, I have adopted them. Moon I crated during the time of Romans, she was my first and eldest half-daughter. Caresee is my second adopted daughter, I have rescued her from the hands of an angry mob, ready to lynch her.

Recently I gave birth to my second child - Seth. His father Sibannac and my soulmate, died in a battle over a year ago."

The Wolf Clan powers and special qualities:

Although Wolves are free to practice which ever religion the choose, the must have a firm back ground in witchcraft because it is a strong part of the Wolf Clan.