Once upon a time, a lonely wolf howled at the Moon, desperate for companionship. The Moon, taking pity on the beautiful wolf, gifted the creature with a Walker ability. Skinwalker, to be exact. With the power of moonlight, the wolf was able to shift, transforming into a human.
As a stranger, he walked among humans, all ignorant of his true nature. He marveled at their evolution and abilities. So unlike the wolf kind. While the humans were hunters and gathers, they were compassionate as well. The normally volatile wolf learned from the humans, eventually falling in love with a powerful man’s daughter.
He began to court her, intending to make her his mate. But he had yet to tell the woman of his secret.
The Moon’s gift came with a price. The wolf could only walk as a man for so long. He was known as the elusive stranger to the villagers, with no past and no name. As a wolf, you had no name. No identity beyond your scent.
Night after night the wolf would plead with the Moon, begging her to let him remain a man. But all magic came with a prince; his was shifting back to his true form.
The woman who had stolen his heart stumbled upon her lover’s secret, unbeknownst to him. Befuddled as to what magic this was, she told her father. Enraged, the man cobbled together a wolf hunt, fearful that the beast intended to kill his daughter.
Realising what she’d done, the woman went to warn the wolf, to tell him of her mistake. Angered, wolf instincts kicking in, the man shifted and fought against the villagers. A portion of the town died trying to kill the wolf. The woman’s father included.
Horrified what he had done, fearful that his beloved would leave him, he begged for her forgiveness. An act that was so foreing to the beast he couldn’t believe he asked for it. The woman, who loved him so much, forgave him, though mourned the death of her father.
After the massacre, the woman and her wolf were exiled from the town, ordered to never return.
Together they ran, retreating back to the woods. Fellow wolves looked at the human with hunger in their eyes. Though they did not often prey on humans, they heard of the attack on their fellow wolf and vowed vengeance on any human who dared kill a wolf. Thus bred a sect of humans known as Hunters, and fueled the Blood Wars between Hunters and Wolves.
Making a home for themselves in a wolf community, a human living among them, the other wolves asked to be blessed by the Moon, too. They saw the love the wolf shared with the woman. While humans may slay them, they held a heart of love and compassion. Something the wolves wanted. The Moon agreed, granting the pack of wolves the power of Skinwalking.
Wolves from around the world came to the Original Skinwalker pack, wanting a taste of humanity. The original wolf, thinking that the others wanted to join him in brotherhood, told them of his secret; a silver lake under the topless mountain would turn you into a human. But the effects would not last long. With this newfound information, the wolves traveled to the lake, bathing in its waters to become human. When they learned to function as two legged creatures, they sparked the Blood Wars, slaughtering the village where the first Skinwalker had lived.
When the first Skinwalker found of this travesty, he reprimanded the other wolves. And the Moon, ashamed at what had been done to her gift, stripped the wolves of their Skinwalking ability, reverting them back to full wolves. But what the Moon didn’t know was that the woman whom the first Skinwalker loved was with child. Her babe would become the first born Skinwalker and become The Queen of Wolves. A Leader of the Skinwalkers.
