By Chelsey E.
Amaya is a young woman whose parents were killed by werewolves when she was eight. Seven years later, on a cold, rainy night she discovers a young, gravely injured werewolf named Kayne. Despite him being a werewolf, Amaya helps him, following the words of her late mother: “There is good and there is evil, but there is never all of the same.” Which meant that just because some werewolves are bad, it doesn’t mean they’re all bad.
Episode 1: The Raven Haired Werewolf
“Ahh stupid rain,” Amaya said harshly, blowing her red bangs out of violet eyes. “Now I won’t be able to plant those cucumbers.” She yawned as she watched the downpour from inside her cabin. She was about to go to bed when she noticed something in her vegetable garden. With an annoyed growl, she grabbed her coat and broom.
Amaya was fifteen and perfectly capable of taking care of herself-- which she had had to after her parents died when she was eight. She silently approached the figure and was about to give it a good whack with her broom for being in her garden, but stopped when she realized the lump was a boy about her age with raven hair and he looked to unconscious.
“Hey, are you alright?” she asked, gently shaking the boy’s shoulder. She nearly fainted when her hand came back sticky with blood. Carefully she rolled him over on his back and discovered that it was not only his shoulder that was bleeding but his torso, arm, sides and the side of his head. When Amaya went to see how bad it was, she felt the heat radiating off the pale skin. When she tried to check his pulse, she noticed a symbol on his wrist. “You’re a werewolf. Well, don’t worry, whoever you are, I’ll take of you” the red-haired girl said and began to half-drag, half-carry the injured teen inside.
Later that night…
“There. Done,” Amaya sighed and surveyed her handiwork. She had cleaned and bandaged the wolf’s numerous injuries and had placed a cool cloth on his forehead. “Poor guy, wherever he’s from it doesn’t look like it’s very nice place to live,” she thought, as she remembered how emaciated the black haired youth was. It looked like he had gotten the wounds before she found him because some had been caked with dried blood and dirt and most of them were infected, which would explain his fever, of course. She had to break the scabs to clean them, now she would just have to wait for him to wake up.
She entered the kitchen and began preparing things for a stew. If the boy woke up he would definitely be hungry. She chopped the meat into smaller chunks than normal because even if the wolf was hungry, he wouldn’t have the strength to chew, so she made sure that all the ingredients wouldn’t choke him and he could swallow them easily.
After she had the stew simmering, Amaya returned to the spare bedroom where she had put the werewolf. Amaya sat in a nearby chair and watched the wolf sleep. His face looked content, except for the reddish tint.
She bent down to check the battered backpack the wolf had with him and looked inside. The first item caught her eye and she pulled it out. It was a locket with a picture of a woman and a young child who looked about four. “Strange thing for a werewolf to be carrying around,” Amaya thought, but was pulled out of her thoughts when a strong hand gripped her wrist making her drop the locket back where she had found it. She looked up to find two cherry colored eyes looking at her with a “What do you think you’re doing in my stuff” look.
“Who are you,” he asked harshly.
“H-hello, my name is Amaya Kunosaki. I hope you’re feeling better. I found you unconscious in my garden.”
The teen wolf wasn’t listening, he was too busy looking around the room. “How long have I been here?” he asked, this time less harshly and he had let go of her wrist.
“Not long, a few hours maybe. I was afraid you weren’t going to make it. You had lost so much blood. May I ask your name?” the red-head replied.
The red eyes turned to her again. “Kayne,” he answered plainly.
Amaya smiled. “Alright Kayne, I bet you’re hungry. I have some stew in the kitchen. I’ll go get you some. You just stay in bed and don’t try to get up,” she said and left the room.
“Thank you,” Kayne whispered, before darkness claimed him once more.