Kevin renaldolph lived , as some would call it the difficult life. His parents were how does one say it-divorced in a way. His mother lived in some upstate town in London, while his dad took care of him in the northern beach area of California. His father was a rich man. That wasnâ€™t much of a surprise since his mother was also rich. As a child he always got everything he wanted from books, games, television, and girls. From the age of 5 though he knew something was off about him. He heard things that no one else could. From the tiniest sound of a whisper that was two rooms away, to stereoâ€™s in cars that were half a mile away. He asked questions that his father would vaguely answer.<br/><br/>When he was 7 his dad put him on a soccer team. During one of the games he got into a dispute over being kicked. Turns out by the end of the dispute the other kids nose was broke, kneecap shattered, and arm dislocated. This should have been nearly impossible for any kid to do at his age. Yet somehow he managed it. Soon kids around town were calling him<span style="font-style: italic">"freak." </span>And<span style="font-style: italic">"what you must have super powers." </span>The name-calling , and admiration never stopped.<br/><br/>Though it was when he was 12 that he realized what he was. Why he was the way he was. His mother only dropped into town every 6 months. When he started telling his mother of the things that were happening, she would just shrug it off like it was nothing. His father on the other hand kept telling him that itâ€™s completely natural. Heâ€™s growing. But on the night of his 12th birthday, which was a full moon, his world slowly changed for the worst.<br/><br/>When the moon was at the highest peak, and the silver light shined through the glass window he felt changed in his body. He began to grow a muzzle, furry ears , tail, paws, and his body completely changed into a wolfâ€™s. He was in a human sleeping position where his paws were sticking straight up.  At first he thought it was a dream. But again, and again the transformation would keep happenings. Every night he would turn into a wolf. He thought of it as rather a curse than a gift. He never spoke a word to his parents about this. Afraid that they would send him to a psychiatrist, and a councilor. That would be his worst nightmare.<br/><br/>It wasnâ€™t until he was fourteen that his secret was almost shown to the whole school. He got into a dispute over a girl, and he felt himself begin to change. In fear he ran from the school, and took the i.s.s  for ditching.  He tried hard to keep continuing on with life like he wasnâ€™t different. But the change seemed to happen more and more.<br/><br/>When he was 16 his father sat him down at the table, and finally explained what was going. That he was born into an ancient werewolf pack. That his father and mother were head of the pack. Or alphaâ€™s in his case. His father taught him how to control the power. Soon after he began to love the change. Even if as his father said he must never be caught changing in public. They would shoot him, or hunt him down. For their pack was hiding from human, and other creatures as he called it. So he settled on changing only at night and running along the beach, and through forests. Rarely would he ever travel into the city.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Nowâ€¦.</span></span><br/><br/>Kevin had heard about the hurricanes that hit an island off the coast of California shore. He also heard there were no survivors. That peaked his interest. There was no way an entire island was decimated. Something sounds fishy to him. "Dad I think I am going to take a run on the shore later to see if anyone popped up." He shoveled a spoon full of resse cereal into his mouth. Waiting for his fatherâ€™s words.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>"Son I think that is great. Just donâ€™t get seen by any of the locals. Take the stroll at night." </span><br/><br/>Kevin waited till the moon rose high in the sky before his stroll. Quickly he changed into his beautifully  black pelt wolf form and trotted towards the sea. Water crashed against a golden ground. While tall rocks piled along the shore. He glanced around awaiting for any life to hit the beach.