Late in the day after Jacen left the house, my father, mother, and brother all started in on me, making jokes and remarks that I am sure will become quite frequent. Despite everything they were doing, all I could think about was how Jacen's hand was practically unscathed after experiencing the strength of a second-generation werewolf. With this in mind, I turned to my father and asked, "Hey dad, how hard did you squeeze Jacen's hand earlier?" He looked at me like I was about to get pissed and said, "I am not going to hold myself back when it comes to protecting my daughter and if that Jacen boy's hand is broken then maybe he might think about what he does before he does anything stupid." I said, "I'm not mad at you dad, I'm just a bit confused and trying to figure something out." I went to bed trying to solve this conundrum. I thought for sure that if dad went all out that there would be some sort of injury, but even a while after the interaction there wasn't even so much as a bruise on Jacen's hand. The next morning I went to class and waited to see Jacen afterward. I knew that if I was to ask about his hand I would have to tell him who I am and what my father is in order to explain my concern. I didn't know if I was ready to do that so I called my mom because I knew that my dad's ego would be hurt if he knew that he didn't even so much as leave a bruise on Jacen's hand. She said that if anything was to happen that my father would be there to take care of it. I decided to wait until he took me home to ask about the strange situation that I was in. While going down the gravel road to my house I asked him to stop the car and told him that I needed to tell him something. He pulled off to the side and looked at me with those ocean blue eyes that looked like they could splash out and envelope me at any moment with a wave of sadness that couldn't be stopped. I said, "Jacen, I don't know how your hand isn't broken into a million pieces right now, but it wouldn't be a good start to our relationship to keep secrets. So, I will start by telling you a secret and I expect one in return. Spacificaly about that oddly unbroken hand of yours. We will just go back and forth. Ok?" he agreed and I began to explain, "Jacen, I am a werewolf." Jacen smiled and began to almost laugh as he realized who I was, saying, "well, this is unexpected. I'm a sunfox." I asked, "A what?" He laughed and looked at me with such a light-heartedness that I was almost immediately ready to laugh with him. He explained, "A sunfox is a beast resulting from an experiment done by vampires. The idea of the sunfox was to use them as a decoy when werewolves attacked. The scent of one is supposed to be strong enough to nearly drive a werewolf mad with hunger forcing their attention onto the sunfox instead of the vampires, even if the vampires stood between the two. The vampires were smart in how they made us, making it so that we have to be in sunlight to transform, giving us incredible durability, our peculiar sent, amazing speed, they decreased the pain of our change and took away our increased strength so that we couldn't fight back against the vampires." I asked him to show me and he got out of the car to transform. his body stretched as his skin gave way to a golden main. when he was finished he was a giant golden fox with icy blue eyes, a black nose, and bulging muscles that ran down his legs. I stared in amazement at the creation of the vampires, and the newly found keeper of my heart. I softly spoke to myself asking, "What other things don't I know? Are there others out there like us?" I didn't even know that vampires actually existed, let alone their experimentations. I should have guessed that vampires were real considering my own abnormality, but I guess it never really crossed my mind. As I sat in wonder, Jacen changed back, walking to my side and asking if I was ok. I told him that I was just confused about some things that I was trying to figure out. He laughed again and said, "Seeing as you are a werewolf I can guess where your father's emence strength comes from, and I now know what werewolf was able to keep from eating me. How did you do that by the way? Not many can." I looked at him and explained, "My family has passed down the werewolf gene for 3 generations, I am the strongest of us all. That night was the first night that I was actually able to control myself. It took everything in me to overpower the will of the wolf, but it was definitely worth the effort." Jacen began laughing almost hysterically. "You mean you are happy you didn't bite my head off just because I decided to go out with you?" Jacen said as he laughed. "No, I have plenty of other reasons, but I am especially happy because you happened to want to go out with me." I retorted with indignation. Jacen continued to laugh, saying, "So it wasn't that you wanted to go out with me, but it was just a good thing that kept you from regretting not eating me?" "No, I didn't want to eat you, the wolf did. But I stopped it and saved your life. There. Better?" I said. Jacen just smiled at me showing that he was not planning on being serious in the slightest. "So, can you tell me a bit about the situation with the vampires and the werewolves? From what you said earlier, it sounds like they have been at war for some time now." I asked. He responded in a surprised tone, "You don't know?" "No." I said as I began explaining the origins of my werewolf family. "I didn't even realize that vampires were real." I say as I finished my story. He began giving me the basics as nobody truly knew the depths of the war or it's cause.
