Chapter 1

Day one

It was a cold and wintery morning in the small mountain town of Telluride Colorado. The sun had just peaked up over the horizon causing pink and orange streaks across the sky. There was already a foot of freshly fallen snow on the ground. Jasper Monroe found himself lying on his side in the dense trees of a mountain cliff. He slowly stood up and found that he was on four legs, and he had four fury paws. A wolf. He shook his head to try to get use to the feeling of his new body flinging white flakes of snow off his wet mane. Jasper began searching for any sign of where he was located. He saw a sign about two hundred yards away and was surprised how well he could read it.

This was not the first time he transformed into a wolf, but he had never had this crystal-clear vision as one before. Jasper knew that something was different this time. Maybe it was the breed of wolf or maybe the sign was a lot closer than he imagined. The snow did seam to gleam in a way to make everything look like an optical illusion or maybe like a mirage. As the sun continued to climb away from the edge of the earth the difference became abundantly clear.

Jaspers paws curled in on themselves causing him to yip out in pain. His whole body felt as though it was going to turn inside out, and he felt like he was on fire. His body started to glow with a bright blue light as his torso grew even hotter still. Then in an instant all the agony dissipated, and he found himself in human form. Jasper was not just any wolf he was a Werewolf. Standing there naked Jasper said to himself “Great. Where the hell am I going to get some clothes all the way up in this mountain?”

Jasper noticed a small cave opening about a quarter mile from him and he decided to see if there was something that could help him in there. He made it over to the cave and slowly walked inside. The first thing he noticed was strange cave drawings on the wall. One in particular stood out among all the rest. It was in a spiral shape with a moon in the middle and four stars on each side. Jasper had seen this symbol before. In fact, he has seen it every day for as long as he can remember. On his left wrist was the same mark. It was somewhere between a birthmark and a tattoo, but he could not remember how he acquired it.

With every knew life Jasper started he would forget some aspect of his past. He had no idea why he lives and dies repeatedly, and he did not know what purpose his existence was supposed to serve. He wondered now if the symbol on the cave wall had some ties with his past or was it just pure coincidence. He studied the other cave drawings, and they piqued his interest. It looked as though it depicted creatures most people believed were fables. Jasper knew differently. He was proof of that.

Over the years Jaspers life had become dull. He was tired of the constant changes and not knowing who he would be from one day to the next. A few decades or so ago he decided he had had enough. He had begun searching for a way to end his eternal suffering. Yet he was no closer to finding the answer today as he was back then. At least this gave him some type of purpose now, even if that purpose was morbid.

Jasper noticed a bag sitting by a boulder the size of a small table. He went to investigate it and found it full of clothing and a sketchbook that looked centuries old. He took some clothes out and put them on. To his delight they fit him perfectly. There was also a pair of sandals next to the bag that formed to his feet like they were meant for him. He carefully removed the sketch pad and sat upon the boulder to look through it.

Inside he found descriptions of different werewolf packs. It had all their locations, the sizes of each clan, and even had pictures of some of the alfa wolves. There was one drawing of a she wolf next to a beautifully elegant woman. Something about her was familiar to Jasper. He wondered if he had met her in a past life, but he could not recall being a werewolf before. That was not a surprise though he only remembered his last fifteen lives or so. They became fuzzier with each passing day.

Jasper flipped through a few more pages until he came across a page with the same strange spiral symbol. At the top of the page there was something written in a strange language. “Order of the Supernatural. That is odd I do not recognize this strange language, yet I can read it without even thinking.” Jasper was stumped. He flipped to the very back of the ancient manuscript and saw something written at the bottom of the page. Jasper smiled wide with pure excitement. “Finally! After all these years I have located a clue to possibly ending this life long curse of mine!” The two words were written in the same strange language as before. It simply said Jason Monroe!