Clans Of The Moon

Clans Of The Moon

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A viral video reveals the existence of werewolves, turning everything humanity believed on its head. The world goes crazy for everything and anything werewolf, and the quest to find the truth consumes people around the globe. Luthien has retreated to the woods of Oregon, the only thing she's ever truly wanted to do, and like everyone else is fascinated by the idea of werewolves. A simple ride in the woods becomes a harrowing experience that changes her life irrevocably, drawing her into the world of wolves. Whether she wants to be there or not.

Summary

A viral video reveals the existence of werewolves, turning everything humanity believed on its head. The world goes crazy for everything and anything werewolf, and the quest to find the truth consumes people around the globe. Luthien has retreated to the woods of Oregon, the only thing she's ever truly wanted to do, and like everyone else is fascinated by the idea of werewolves.

A simple ride in the woods becomes a harrowing experience that changes her life irrevocably, drawing her into the world of wolves. Whether she wants to be there or not.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Viral Video

Author Chapter Note

Werewolves are revealed, and humanity has been searching for them ever since.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 29, 2016

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Awe and wonder quickly turned to terror. Screams erupted among them, but their phones never wavered.

“Get to the rafts!” the guide yelled. When a few of the campers didn’t move, she grabbed each of them, and pushed them towards the river. “Get to the rafts. Leave the equipment. Move!”

A howl split the air and no one needed to be told to move again. They ran for the river, bursting from the trees. Three people were shoved in the water when the others plowed into them trying to escape. 

“Stay calm!” the guide yelled, as everyone scrambled into the rafts, some missing shoes and jackets. “You’ll tip the rafts and lose the oars. Keep it together!”

Prophetic words. One of the rafts tipped as four campers tried to get in on one side. Two people were catapulted into the river screaming, and oars went flying.

“Shit.”

The phone was pocketed, and all that could be heard were muffled cries for help, and the guide rallying people to flip the raft and retrieve the oars. Another howl rang out, and the phone was jostled out of the owner’s pocket, landing on the bottom of the raft. A young man around twenty-one, with shaggy blond hair, was looking toward the shore and yelling for the guide to jump in. 

“Behind you!” someone screamed.

“Oh my god, they’re behind you!”

Screams and cries filled the air, and the young man glanced down. Spotting his phone, he picked it up and focused it on the shore.

“Don’t watch,” a woman’s voice said, full of tears.

The guide’s back was to them. She stood rigid, facing two massive creatures that looked like wolves but with a hint of man. One had grey and white fur, while the other’s was brown with ripples of honey throughout. Deep growls reverberated through the phone followed by more screams.

“Jesus Christ,” the owner of the phone breathed.

Suddenly both wolves stood, towering over the guide. The only sound was the rushing water of the river, even the birds were silent. The wolves looked towards the rafts and then fixed their gaze on the guide. The grey one howled, followed by the other. The guide’s hands shook, but she stood tall in the shadows of the massive beasts.

“My god,” a woman whispered.

All of a sudden a howl reverberated through the air, originating on the opposite shore. The two wolves threw their heads back and howled in return. Multiple howls echoed throughout the hills, and the cameraman looked every which way. “God how many are there?”

The two wolves gracefully went back on all fours, and the grey one nudged the guide’s hand. Glancing at the boats, they disappeared into the trees. The guide swayed slightly, then her knees buckled and she collapsed.

“They didn’t hurt her. Holy shit! They didn’t do a thing to her!”

“We have to get her,” a woman said, “Craig! Stop paddling the other away. We need to get her.”

“Fuck that. That’s what they want.”

“You fucking coward,” the owner of the phone said. “She almost died for us. Stop fighting everyone else and help us get back to shore!”

“We’re the closest,” the young woman said.

A scuffle ensued, at which point the video ended. One hundred and twelve billion views and counting, the most watched upload in history.

Werewolves were real. Two years later and the world was still reeling. A good portion of people denied the possibility, refusing to accept the evidence plastered all over the internet. The religious nuts were divided, half of them denied the truth, the other half claimed it was proof the devil existed, thereby confirming the existence of God.

  The footage had been examined and authenticated by experts and debunkers from all over the world. Scientists marveled at the meld of man and wolf, picking apart the images frame by frame. Speculation over whether they were humans who changed into wolves at will or whether they lived fully as wolves was rampant. No one knew. People had gone back to the camp site and found tracks, but they were unable to locate the wolves.

Luthien glanced up from her computer, spying what caught her attention. A hawk was gliding over the lake, picking up speed as it dove for dinner. Her heart beat faster as the hawk extended its claws, looking like it was about to crash, then it was soaring upward, a struggling rabbit in its clutches. She felt bad for the bunny, but the hawk had to eat.

She loved her cottage. Nestled in an out of the way cove, it was a small one bedroom place, with a short dock. While she had neighbors, she never saw them, the woods were too thick. She had retreated to the Pacific Northwest, the only thing she’d ever really wanted to do, when her farce of a marriage ended. She wasn’t upset about it, neither was he. She had already been isolating herself from people, tired of the rudeness, apathy, and general selfishness that seemed to be everywhere she turned. So packing up her life and moving to the woods seemed like the perfect solution.

She looked back at the computer and watched the werewolf footage again. Like everyone else she thought the guide was a dead woman, so had the guide. She’d done quite a few interviews after the video went viral, and said,in that moment she expected to die. She believed the wolf nudging her hand was his way of saying we know you’re human, you’re cousins and you have nothing to fear from us. The fact that she and the others were unharmed definitely made an impression on humanity as whole. 

The explosion of werewolf everything was dizzying; films, books, games, anything that people could come up with. Thousands of website devoted to werewolves, with stories ranging from grizzly to the sexually explicit. Many authors insisted their stories were now firsthand accounts written as fiction in order to protect the werewolves, or because werewolves have the power of compulsion. That just made Luthien laugh. It was one way to get around bestiality, you were compelled to suck his dick. She’d had a few people berate her for that view on a couple sites, insisting it was not bestiality. They lived as humans ninety percent of the time, according to most theories, therefore it’s not bestiality.

Peering into the woods, she wondered. It was hard not too. Even though expeditions into the hills were ongoing, so far no werewolves. But these woods were extensive and big foot sightings had plagued this area from time to time over the years. People weren’t as dismissive of those stories as they used to be. While she had never considered writing about werewolves before, they’d captured her imagination. She'd always wanted to write, preferring to live in a world populated with imaginary characters rather than real people.

She got up and ran her hands through her hair. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she studied herself. Her wild curly red hair was wilder than usual. One of the perks of living alone, she didn’t care. A friend once said she had beautiful blue eyes, but he was the only one to ever say it. He believed it was because people were so captivated by her hair they missed her eyes. She’d caught a couple lines around each last time she looked. Shaking her head she laughed under her breath. She didn’t care, everyone got older, that was life.

Fixing herself a sandwich, she sat outside and watched the sunset. As the sun disappeared she thought about her characters, and considered the possibility of making one of them a werewolf. But with them being real, she didn’t want to write anything false. 

The moon dominated the sky, shining so bright it reflected off the lake, making her cove glow. Tomorrow night was a full moon and all the wolf packs, people devoted to werewolves, would gather in bars, parks, and anywhere else they could, and howl at the moon. Those videos were constantly popping up online. It made her glad she’d chosen to retreat. A bunch of drunk men howling at the moon, celebrating the beast within, was something she preferred to avoid.

She was supposed to be at the stables before dawn, so she got ready for bed early. Her landlords, Jay and Ronnie, owned the business. They lived in a huge lake house, just a short walk through the woods. At one time there was a clear path from house to cottage, but now it was mostly overgrown. The cottage had been for Jay’s aging mother, and when she died, they decided to rent it out. They didn’t need the money and charged her nothing compared to other rentals along the lake, and in return she kept up the property.

Guided riding tours were more popular than ever, although the guides found the whole werewolf craze completely ridiculous and informed people upfront, they were not werewolf hunters, and if they saw a wolf at all to be grateful. The guides were a mix of hippies and good ole boys, and fun to be around. They’d all taken her under their wing, and she was fairly certain Jay and Ronnie had something to do with it. They had adopted her to a certain extent, knowing she was alone. It was nice to know she had people she could turn too.

Luthien studied the moon through the slits of her blinds. To be beholden to the light of it sent her imagination into overdrive. It always did.

 


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