The Little Wolf

Book One in the Tribus Trilogy

To all the stars in my life.
You know who you are.
You show me the way in the darkest of nights,
and don't even leave in the daytime.
I love you all, my shimmering moon-dust.
You will always be the lights of my life.

This is for you.

This is the tale of Lupa, a strange girl with a dark history, who is send on a mission by Aqua - the goddess of water, equality and balance. She is the pure symbol of power, but she wants more...
Can Lupa stop this unstoppable force and defeat her before it's too late?


4. The Human Earth


The first day back at school was surreal, everything was the same; yet everything was different. There were the same corridors for students to uselessly mill about in. And the same annoyed looking teachers peering out of classroom doors, wondering if they should brave the crush of kids to get to meetings they didn’t want to be in, in the first place.

But still, something was wrong. Firstly, instead of our absurdly cheerful teacher—Miss Mackie—we usually had at the start of the day, there was a new guy sitting slumped in his chair. He was wearing his name-tag, which, on its own was strange enough, (no teachers did that, everyone was called 'Sir' or 'Miss' anyway) but he was writing his name (Dr Luther) on the board and saying, "you will call me this and nothing less! No nicknames. I am not your friend, nor will I ever be."

I sighed and sat down at my usual seat, only to find that everyone else was standing. Before I could even blink he appeared at my desk and barked, "you do not sit yet. You sit when I tell you to sit and stand when I tell you to stand. I am your elder and your better. You will do as I say, or suffer the consequences!

"Once more, you do not sit where you want to, so you can chat to your friends," here he spat out 'chat' and ‘friends’ as if they were deadly diseases, "you sit here." And he rapped on the desk two rows ahead, at the front of the classroom. I groaned inwardly. There was nobody else there. I was going to be alone.

But, just then, there were three short, sharp knocks on the door. Sir (yes, I refused to call him anything else) went to answer it with an annoyed look on his face. In walked a remarkable looking girl with ebony black hair that framed a face dotted with freckles. She had the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen, that bored into you like a drill, as if you were a particularly fascinating book she was reading. She was wearing a dress as the same shade as her eyes and had a black ribbon tied in a bow at her side and another in her hair. She said "Lupa", and went to sit in the front row, at the only desk in the class that didn’t have someone behind it. That seat was next to me.

Even our new teacher didn't dare to ask her to move. She had a sort of power about her, as if she was barely containing a strength that could leap out at you at any moment. She nodded primly enough at me, but her eyes were daggers. I nodded weakly back and managed to say "Mike" in a strangled voice. Satisfied, she turned to fix her gaze on our unfortunate teacher, who seemed to have sweat now running down his back. "Right, then," he managed to mumble.

I daydreamed most of that lesson. I thought back to the time when Johnathon had been swept away, supposedly for ever. I thought back to when I had been walking home and had found a bright blue stone on the beach. It was an oval, and solid rock, but there was an intricately carved design of waves lapping on the shore. I had picked it up and put it in my pocket, and kept it there. All through the interview with the police, mumbling on about how Johnathon had run away from home and how I had run after him, trying to change his mind, and how he had disappeared.

The lie made bile rise in my throat, but the truth was unexplainable. I knew Johnathon was gone, forever. My brother. I missed him with all my heart. I couldn't get him back, not ever.


A sudden cough brought me back from the sudden wave of memories that crashed over me. It was Lupa. She was standing with her black handbag strung over her shoulder, tapping her feet impatiently. I did my best to looked confused before she sighed and practically dragged me out of the room.

"Where are we going," I gasped, she just sighed again and said,

"To our next lesson, doofus."

"Where’s that?"

"I'm not your mother. Do I really need to look after you?"


"Then why am I?"

This confused me, and I couldn't find an answer, so just let her drag me up the stairs to our maths room. As soon as I stepped through the door, our teacher instantly reminded me of a cow. He looked bored and lazy and was slowly chewing green gum with a dazed look in his eyes. "You're late," was all he said. His voice was tired, and devoid of life.  He didn't acknowledge anyone in the room until the end of class. Instead, he covered the electronic whiteboard with so much electronic red ink in his illegible scrawl, that by the end of the class, the board was completely scarlet. "Dismissed," he said. As everyone escaped the stuffy classroom I saw him yawn, then lay his head on his arms and gently let out a snore that sounded suspiciously like a 'moo'. A few students that were still in the classroom giggled, but by now most of them were in the cramped corridors, and shuffling like prison inmates to their next classes. The girl stayed though and looked worriedly at our teacher. "Suppose we should wake him?" she said.


"Why not?"

"We just shouldn't."

And she said no more about it, and when I looked up to ask her which lesson she had next, she had completely disappeared. "Lupa." I called, and shook my head. She really was a strange girl.

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