The first few days of survival were far easier than they expected. Clean water, fruits and shelter were all they needed. In fact, it was already better environment than the place they called home ever was. Rafael and Micah started to allow Theron and Angelina to leave their sight. Just as long as they were within shouting distance then everything was perfectly safe in their minds.

It wasn't until the twins returned with two pups, that they realised perhaps it's better to not leave the twins unsupervised for long periods of time. The one cub was covered in dark grey fur while the other was covered in black fur.

"Put that down right now," warned Micah at the sight of the twins holding one pup each. He scrambled to his feet, ready to taken the twins to the stream and wash them to get rid of the pup scent. It was a matter of time before the parent wolf found and punished the twins, they needed to act fast.

"They won't stop following us," Angelina replied, not listening to her brother. She was busy cradling the pup like a tame lap dog, stroking the fur between the ears.

"Down. Now." Micah didn't want to hear anything else for them. It was a mistake for Rafael and him to let the twins roam around freely. While they had been luck to not encounter and deadly predators thus far, it seemed like their luck was about to run out at the sight of the baby wolves.

"Angelina, the pup probably has a family, let them go look for it. They might miss their mother," Rafael reasoned. He was not as quick to his feet. Having three younger siblings had taught him that the stubbornness came with spite. He had only got the freedom to truly bond with his siblings, he didn't want to lose them just yet.

"A mother?" Theron perked up, listening. The quickest way to soften any of them up.

"Yes, let them go back to their mother, you've had plenty of time with them," Rafael continued. Micah was still trying to figure the best way to snatch the pup from Angelina's hand without getting bitten, when the twins exchanged a look of agreement.

"We will let them go," Angelina promised. This time the older brothers followed them to the place they had found the pups by a loverage bush and watched the twins released them. Micah forced them to bath in a stream of water and they were accompanied for the rest of the day.

That night, Micah and Rafael decided they needed to resume night-watch duties again. The remainder of the day had been spent looking over their shoulders, waiting for a wolf to attack.

That night the pups approached the entrance of the cave, whimpering. Rafael tried his best to shoo them away, but they wouldn't leave. Instead, he prevented them from entering the cave with a stick, leaving the pups to huddle together outside. When Micah woke up in the late hours of the night, he was surprised to find them waiting.

"We should just cook them," Micah suggested at the sight of the careless pups. Predators aren't supposed to cuddle up in front of strangers. Perhaps they didn't see Micah and Rafael as strangers thanks to the twins. Who knew how long they played with the pups when they had left them alone?

"Angelina will eat you for breakfast in return," Rafael replied. They were equally baffled at what to do next. Instead, they decided to leave the pups for a day.

A day turned into a week and a week into forever.

The pups grew into wolves and became critical family members who hunted for meat and in return they received endless affection from everyone, including Micah and Rafael. Night duties were no longer a thing since a wolf hearing and sight outdid their own. Not only did the wolves grow up, but so did the children. The joy of their freedom never left. The years passed like sands trapped in a hourglass, slowly but all at once.

The wind whirled a warning of a storm. The night was dark and no one was in the cave. Theron and Angelina were searching high and low for their loved companions who had disappeared but not returned. Micah and Rafael following behind one twin, weary of the change in weather.

Until the twins stumbled up the spot, they first found the pups, curled up side by side were the two wolves, unmoving. The overgrown loverage bush, squashed between their bodies.

At the sound of Angelina's screams, they made no movement. Not even when Theron, tugged at their fur. Micah checked for signs of life and Rafael stood still unable to process the sight. No matter what, they weren't able to stop the circle of life.

Forever was not long enough.

Micah confirmed the worst. Tonight, was the start of another funeral. They had lost loved ones to something no one could stop; time. The pups who had grown up beside them were no more. The rumbling skies covered up the wailing sounds and the rain hiding the shedded tears. Rafael could not look at his siblings, realising that he had failed to protect his family once again, as he patted Angelina's hair. Micah stood by his side, watching Theron hold onto Angelina's hand, failing to hold back his tears. Theron wanted to be as brave and strong as his older brothers but beneath the rain, he couldn't see their tears. Their joy and happiness was tarnished by grief.

Angelina sobbed into the wolf's fur, for the first time in a long time, praying.

No one could escape their emotions.

To drown in emotion was surely the easiest way to die.

At that moment a shooting star passed, their Heart's wishes were heard.

A wish for love.

A wish for the strongest family bond.

A wish to be at one with the wolves.

A wish for eternity.

Their wishes were granted and so the only four werewolves came into existence.

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Raise your hand if this is the sketchiest werewolf origin story you've ever read.

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