A Wolf's Tale

By Blake Seeger

Ever wondered what lurked in the shadows? Questioned whether vampires or werewolves were real? Jake Peterson knows they are. He will tell you first hand how he was created and the struggles he faced in a new world. Birth, death, rebirth. Life is a tricky concept and the world Jake enters is a whole lot trickier.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blake Seeger
• Release date: Sep 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310941429

Blake Seeger

Only after starting a Legend of Zelda fan fiction did I realize that I like to write. Now I am working on my own stuff. I have two Zelda fan fictions and started my own book series. I don't really like these Bio sections. There really isn't much to tell.

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A Wolf’s Tale

By: Blake Seeger

©Blake Seeger 2014

Published at Smashwords

Table of Contents

Part 1: The Accident

Part 2: The Cravings

Part 3: The Fear of Change

Part 4: The Transformation

Part 5: Hunger

Part 6: The Moon

Part 7: Control

Part 8: The One

Part 9: Love and Death

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The Accident

If someone told you that he or she was a werewolf, what would your first reaction be? I doubt you would be very accepting. Humanity shuts themselves off from things they fear or do not fully understand. There is a world beyond what most see from day to day. I myself was not aware of this until I happened to stumble upon it one night. My name is Jake Peterson and what I am about to tell you will shock and horrify you. At one point, I was a normal human living a meaningless life. I would wake up, go to work, come home, sleep, and repeat until the weekend came. Then, instead of work, I would be found at the bar. You have probably realized that I have not told you where this is taking place. Well, I feel that that is unimportant and you will realize why and agree as you read.

Back to the point of this whole thing, as you may have guessed, I am a werewolf. I will be telling you of my rebirth and life since that faithful day of the change, and no ladies, the life of a creature of the night is not a romantic filled one. It is mostly filled with loneliness and hatred towards a world you once lived. Now here I am in a bar on a Saturday evening. I had a bad week so I wanted to get plastered. Now that I think about it, it wasn’t such a great idea to get drunk in a bar when you don’t have friends to carry home. Oh well. At that point, I didn’t care about that. When your pay is docked and you are nearly drowning in debt, what does it matter if you drown in alcohol?

So here I was, throwing away my life when the bartender called for last rounds. I knew I couldn’t drive but I was too disoriented to call for a cab as I normally would. I got in my beat up old Chevy 4X4 and started her up. I looked at myself in the rearview mirror and suddenly wished I hadn’t. I was a mess. Then again, who does look good drunk? The road ahead of me was twisting and turning, mostly due to the drinking, and was surrounded by trees. Thankfully, there were no cops in that area that night, or so I thought it was good. It felt like I was driving for hours. Time distortion is not one of my favorite experiences. Suddenly as if out of nowhere, I saw