Lost and Found by her Wolf

{Star POV}

My name is Star. That's it just Star, no last name, no parents either, I'm a Jane Doe, so to speak, and boy do I have a wild tale for you. So first, some background. My mother was half-witch, half Wolf, but her wolf was laten, making her witch side dominant. So let's call her what she was, Amazeballs, and beautiful because I look like her from the one photo I have of her and, I am drop-dead gorgeous, and if you don't think so, you can suck on a baboon's ass.

Yeah, amazing, right. Who would've thought witches and werewolves were real? I mean, come on, you can't make this stuff up. Anyway, apparently in one of my mother's many rebellious phases, she worked at this very bar. After running away from her coven, she met a man, and they had a wild ride for the summer. Unfortunately, this man was promised to another, go figure. He wasn't supposed to fall in love, but he did, so they told me. Something about a soul mate, they met by chance, and apparently, they weren't meant for each other, some magical destiny crap I don't know; I wasn't really paying that much attention when uncle Mack was telling me. What can I say? I have a short attention span, sue me. They fell for each other hard, and in the one night of passion, BOOM goes the dynamite. I think that's when I must have been conceived; I don't know. I'm still fuzzy on some of the details. Unfortunately for me, she died during childbirth, so I never got to know her or him. Like I said, summer fling. What can you do, but I'm a freaking medical marvel. My mother ran away from her coven for some reason; I'm not sure after she got pregnant with me, she ran to the human world; that's where I was born and all I know. I was put into the system and badda bing badda bomb; you can guess how that turned out. The only thing my mother gave me was my name Star.

Foster care wasn't a picnic, let me tell you, but I made it work. I also knew something different about myself but never knew exactly what, not like I ever grew up with my kind; I swear sometimes I could feel the earth talk to me. Sigh. But the day I turned sixteen and a strange voice turned up in my head, I thought I was going insane. That Freaked me the fuck out on another level. Then the night of the first full moon after my sixteenth birthday Bam, I wolfed the fuck out. Holy freaking shitballs. When I say wolfed out, I'm talking about a fantasy novel wolf out, paws and all, that freaked the heck out of not only me but the foster family I was living with at the time, who thought I snuck out of the house, leaving the door open letting a wolf in the house. So they kicked me out. The fact that we lived in the city didn't cross their minds. Fun times. So to sum it up, I'm a part werewolf and part witch like my mother, but unlike my mother, I can access both my wolf and my witch side.

First, I'm an orphan, then I start hearing voices, well, one voice but a voice; nonetheless, I get turned into a wolf. Now I'm a witch. What kind of sick game are these gods playing? What the ever-loving goldfish is my life, sigh. This can't be real. I can't be some freaky hybrid wolf witch combo, dangit. I can't catch a break. Oh, and because I have no pact, I'm a rogue, and then I have a bunch of witches trying to stake their claim on my powers, but I'll get to that. I'm trying to find out more about my parents and hopefully a father who may or may not know of my existence. With so many questions living rent-free in my head, I feel like I should be locked up somewhere, you know, nice bright white wall, fully padded and curled up in a corner because this is fucking insane. The pressure. Sigh!

So here I am, trekking through these woods and let me tell you, it's no picnic.

"You're telling me" That's Serenity, my wolf. She's a little bitchy, but I love her; she helps me navigate the world I've landed myself in because I know nothing about being a wolf. I never stay in one place for long. I pick up extra cash from waitressing, and when the mood strikes, I pack up and move on again. I stick near woods and forests because I need to let Serenity out to run; otherwise, she gets cranky and trusts me; you don't want an Alpha wolf in your head snarling and whining about feeling the wind blow through her fur. Yes, my wolf is an Alpha, just like our father. I must admit it does feel liberating. So now and then, I have to stop in the nearest town to find a diner or a bar job to make some money for food. I am not much for hunting. My wolf, on the other hand, I love it. It always turns my stomach when I let her out, and I wake up covered in guts and blood, just thinking of it makes me want to upchuck. I know what you're thinking, why don't I drive, well first I don't know how to and before you ask about buses and planes, ever since my sixteenth birthday I loved living in the wild, living off the land and taking a shower in nature is the best feeling ever. So I travel by two feet by day, and by night, my wolf takes me the rest of the way. I may have gotten off track a few times on my journey; again, I have the attention span of a nat.

Growing up, I had no idea about my heritage, so imagine my surprise when I walked into an old Inn Pub that's what they call it, a pub so cute. That's where I fell in love with the Irish accent. Anyway walked in looking for a job after scoping out the place the day before after seeing the Help Wanted sign in the door, wearing my shortest mini skirt and a tight tank top because the manager was a man, legs, boobs, and ass always get the job done so I can get a job if it's ever a woman I have to change tactics. I become the shy orphan pathetic soul who is desperate for a savour. Women can never deny these puppy dog eyes and lone tears, like a man can't deny a great pair of titts and legs. After working there for a day or two, I noticed a photo wall where there were several photos of couples. You know those old instant polaroid photo where you have to flash a couple of time before the photo reveals the picture, well there a wall full of them, but one caught my attention because the woman in the photo looks exactly like me, and I mean down to every curl and tiny freckled the only difference is our eye colour, I mean we could be a twin. Freaky. After asking around, no one really knew who the couple was until I took the picture down, and the owner noticed after returning from his day off and noticed that a picture was missing; not sure how he knew it was missing, but he did, and he was not happy. Mack, the owner, told me the tale of my mother and father, how they met in this very bar, sorry pub and even though they weren't mates they fell for each other and even had plans to run away together, but we know how that went. Aww, teenage love. There is supposed to be one person for each shifter, just one soul to match your soul, the perfect yin to your yang. Mack pub was a shifter bar, a few humans milled about, but they were none the wiser to what lurked in the shadows. My dad is this big-league Alpha wolf shifter from up north, and here I am down south, just my luck, and I just came from that direction. It took me two years to track that far down south; now, my journey takes me back to the north. Mom was on her way to him; then she went into labour, she never made it.

So here I am a year later, after working in Mac's pub and learning to use my magical abilities as a witch and my wolf doing a better job than me. I feel I'm in a good place, but something is missing. Mack isn't a witch or wolf; he's a Tasmanian devil nasty little fucker. Mac gave me a place to stay above the pub as a favour to my mother. I tried to pay rent, but he would have it, so I put it in his tip jar. He found out after a couple of times and just put it back in my tip jar. I've gotten really good at defending myself; it's like I was born for this. The adrenaline, the rush it gives me, was orgasmic, not that I knew what that was because some wolf won't let me get rid of my V card, stupid wolf. The need once again has come over me to move on. Something calling me to go; it's been calling for a while now; it's like a tug on my soul on something. Mac says I can stay here as long as I want, but it's time for me to go. Mac sent messages to my so-called sperm donor when I first found out who I was, so now that's what he is to me. Nothing, not even a Fuck You, he hasn't made any contact or shown any interest in me. Thinking about it reminds me of the Whitney Houston song, "it's not right, but it's ok, I'm gonna make it anyway." I know she was talking about her good for nothing cheating boyfriend, but I feel it fits for good for nothing fathers too.

Living above the pub has been great; I've grown to like it here, and I've learnt a lot from being around others like me in the pub. As I sang aloud as I kicked and punched the trees in the woods behind the pub, the wind blew, and I caught something divine in the air. Inhaling deeply, Serenity groomed in what seemed like pleasure. Weird. But I will be back, I go where the wind blows me, and it always blows me where I need to be.

"It's time," I told him, and he let out a sorrow-filled sigh once he saw me with my backpack.

"You know you've always got a place to call your own here, right?"

"I know, and thank you for everything, besides who said I'm never coming back? This place is the longest I've ever stayed in one place, so you did something right," I tell him with a cheeky smile.

"High lass. Just don't stay away for too long. You'll be missed" giving him another hug, he pats my back.

"I won't."

"You got my number to call if you need anything, right."

"Yes"

"You remember everything I taught you."

"Yes, yes, time for me to go. Are you sure you're not my father?" I joked but silently, wishing he was.

"Go on, off with ya."

Leaving him behind felt right and wrong, the time we spent together made me feel like family, and that's hard to do for a Tasmanian devil who doesn't like anyone. They're predominantly lonely by default.

As I walked into the dense woods, I couldn't help but look back at the only place I really called home and now I must leave it behind.

"Serenity, are you sure?" I ask my wolf out loud. I do that alot, no one really talked to ther animals out loud, becasue that generally get you a nice padded room in a facility somewhere.

"Yes, it's time," she says, then curls back up inside me for a nap, and off I went deeper and deeper into the woods until I was surrounded by nothing but trees and little woodland creatures chirping and scouring away, recognizing that a predator was lurking in the territory.

I have been trekking through these woods for the past month now; it has been peaceful and great. It must be because I'm a witch and a wolf but something about being in nature really centres me more than when I'm in the city, and being this close gives me a sense of power. It also gives Serenity more time in her form. She's been pushing herself harder for some reason; we seem to be going at top speed. We came across a few other wolves and tried to stay out of their way. Other rouges, some friendly, some not so they had to be taught a lesson in manners on how to treat a lady. Thank god for Mac and his training because his serenity can defend herself much better. I've already had several run-ins with so-called wolf packs and their dick-swinging; I'm a man get off my land crap, grrrr. Apparently, being a witch made me scent-neutral because they all ask the same question like I'm supposed to know. "What pact are you from? Who's your Alpha? Blah blah! Serenity loves old-time kung fu movies, always trying to modify their moves in her wolf form and landing me on my ass; when she does succeed at any of them, though, it's totally badass. My wolf is the business. Again, there's that scent, the wind blowing through the tree sending a soft scent of rain and spring. Looking up into the sky, the clouds are clear, and the sun is at its peak now, so why can I smell the rain coming. It's faint, but I can scent it.

{Serenity POV}

Being with Star for the last three years has been amazing; our adventures have been a wolf's dream, to be outdoors and free. My humans have been a blessing to me. The moon goddess told me where to go, and I let my paw follow. Each time we stop, it has been a test for Star from the goddess. Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to tell Star yet; she is not ready. Something big is coming, something the moon goddess hasn't told me about yet. Her words are cryptic. I am to be the mother of many, she says, but that could mean anything. We are Alpha blood, after all. I know Star doesn't want anything to do with our sire, but we will need him in the future. The urgent call from the goddess to seek him out is hard to ignore. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to convey this to Star if I'm not allowed to tell her how I need to go north towards our Sire. She has promised me a strong mate who can help me on the quest she has in store for me; because of this, I have made sure that my humans keep her virtue for our mate. She is such a flirt. But I am in this for the long haul, and when we meet our mate, he will be pleased to know that we are pure for him. She doesn't understand this because the wolves of this age are all legs wide open for every human and wolf. Frustrating is an understatement. I know this run in the woods is different because the goddess told me to be prepared, our time is up, so my scenes are on high alert. The man Star called Mac has taught us well. His teaching will come in handy from here on out; I know it. I can feel it in my bones. The scent of rain and morning spring drifts on the wind, and I know I need to find it. That scent is important, so I inhale it deeply and imprint it on my brain to remember. I follow my noise towards that scent, but the further I get into the woods, the more my instincts tell me to keep going; just a little further, they keep saying, some nights my paw hurts, but I keep pressing on because the goddess beckons me too. The last time I spoke with the goddess, she told me to 'save them', that was it save them, save who? I ran until my body said no, there's a river running through the dense woods, and I stopped for a drink. There is something special about this river. I can also feel magic here. But I'm too tired to check it out. I'm hungry, tired, and it's too dark. "Star, your turn '', I say and try to relinquish control back to her, but she doesn't like the dark, but I need rest.

"Not yet, we can sleep here, and in the morning, I will fish for us," she tells me; I slump next to the boulder and close my eyes for the first time in days; the goddess has been pushing me for days.

"Rest, young wolf, your time is near", she whispers to me in the wind as my eyelids and body shut down finally.