Misfits: A story between a Red Wolf and a human and how they found each other

## Summary

17 year old Frankie Wolfe knows that they're human, and that humans make mistakes.

All the time

And yet they feel that they can't stop feeling bad about it. Their parents care about them, as does their sister, but sometimes the 8 year age gap makes it hard for them to connect, but one thing keeps the two of them tightly bound together; their love of nature and their unusual connection to the wolves living in the area. Except Frankie can't seem to escape the fact that it seems like some people are standoffish or even a little hostile to them, and their parents, mainly their mom, seems to pressure their a little too much to fit in. They're also planning on moving, but don't know where. They have a secret; due to their connection with wolves, they were somehow born blessed with elemental moon, fire, wind and ice magic, along with energy projection, which are only known by their family, a teacher, and their one childhood friend. One day they bump into a mysterious stranger...a wolf in disguise who tells them the whole story of how the wolves, along with the ones that look strange to Frankie due to their distinctive features, came to live in the small, almost close knit town of Fairfax, California. They eventually learn more about elemental magic from the wolf, named Cyrus, and through DNA tracing, learned that they, along with a teacher who cared about them, have distant demon ancestors, which gives both of them the ability to turn into a demon and full access to the realm of Hell.

Meanwhile in the Illogical Realm, deep in the forbidden Woods, Evie is struggling to find out her true potential, and figure out her newfound elemental powers. She doesn't exactly live the perfect life, as good as it is, going to school, training to be a sorceress, and goofing off with your two fathers, but how can anything be perfect when you're tailed by Anubis with a net in one hand because a sky/red wolf hybrid with wings is considered unnatural to him? Between finding out her place in the universe, and trying to break herself free of the lies some so-called friends, and a couple teachers secretly told her, Evie runs into a somewhat pleasant surprise - A human who somehow entered the illogical realm. Through their ups and downs, the two discover that maybe together is where they were meant to be.

## Characters

* Frankie
* Evie
* Birch
* Sterling (Evie’s fathers)
* Alex
* Athena
* Snail
* Bumblebee
* Georgia
* Ava
* Mae
* Nova
* Cyrus
* Sunset
* Aurora
* Polaris
* Eclipse
* Celeste
* Estrella
* Anubis
* Darcy
* Sandra/Sandy
* Nova (Frankie’s sister)
* Sloane Heroux
* Core

## Frankie’s POV

“Frankie, wake up.” I hear my mom’s voice from down the hallway. “Get ready for school. You only have a few weeks left until we move.”

“But how can we move if you and momma don’t know where to move?”

“We’ll know once the time comes.” she says. “And Frankie, one more thing.”

I run my fingers through my short, recently shaved hair. “What is it?”

“Remember, I don’t want you attracting too much attention.”

“Is it my fault that they don’t like that I’m not a human?” I say, maybe a little too loudly.

“Frankie, we’ve talked about this before. Sometimes your imagination carries you away a little too often. Stop thinking you're a demon.”

They say I’m human, but I’ve never really felt that way from the start.

Maybe I’m from another realm, and ended up on my parents’ doorstep by mistake.

I don’t even know who I am, and my moms mean well, but maybe they’re a little too focused on the “fitting in” thing.

I wish I knew someone who also felt the same way.

“Carries me away?” I say. “Really? I just hope that I can find someone who also is in the situation.”

“Frankie, right now you should focus on school and making friends.”

“I’m more comfortable with one friend.”

Mom sighs. “You know we love you, but sometimes you’re hard to understand.”

I take a bite of my toast, place my tablet into my backpack, and throw on a hoodie.

“Who knows?” I say. “Maybe I came from the depths of Hell, like the demons in those books at the school library.”

“Frankie, the last time you brought that up, you upset the neighbors. Patricia’s views are very different from yours.”

“Mom, that was 4 years ago! For pete’s sake.” I mutter.

I wish she would stop always being on my case about everything. It drives me crazy.

“Mom, chill. Frankie can like what they want to.” my sister says, entering the kitchen, her hair up in a knot. “You can be so protective sometimes. We know you care, but sometimes Frankie doesn’t always like that.”

“Thanks Nova.” I whisper.

“You want me to drive you to school?” She asks.

“Sure.”

I gather my things, and heave my backpack into my sister’s recently washed SUV. She’s 8 years older than me, and no longer lives with our mothers, but for some reason it feels like I can connect with her better than my own mother. It’s hard to explain, but I hope I can at least confide it to Nova and also mrs. Heroux. I have her for 3 periods. She’s amazing.”

“I had her in middle school.” Nova says. “I agree.”

“Also I need your help. I’m ‘friends’ with these three girls and every time I mention demons, one of them keeps calling me evil. One of them called me a worshipper.”

“Frankie, they ain’t your friends.”

“I know. One of them doesn’t like the others. They’re the only non binary student besides me in that group. One of the questions they keep getting asked is ‘have you decided yet?’ They’re the only kid I actually call my friend, because they actually want to talk about interesting stuff like demons, magic, gay werewolves, weird stuff that happened at a Mcdonald’s drive thru, and some dude named Alex with weird magic powers, not bland shit like boys, makeup, Tiktok, and
‘Ooh I want to look hot!’ Also I don’t find boys appealing but for some reason, they make fun of me for shipping these two girls together. I don’t see anything bad with wanting a girlfriend or a partner who’s not a boy.”

“Tell them to ditch the others. It can just be the two of you. Maybe you can ask Mrs Heroux for advice.”

I spot some signs, crowds of people, and several buildings.
We’re here.

“See you after school.” I say.

She blows me a kiss as I walk into the halls. “Just so you know, I am sending you *all* my love!” Her voice fades as she drives off.

Her goodbye is a little cheesy to some, but to me it warms my heart.

“Your sister’s nuts.” I run into Nicole, Mia, and Claire, three girls who persuaded me into becoming friends with them.

“Honestly if my sister did that, I would stop talking to her for a week!” they all laugh, the sound grating against my ears. “What a weirdo.”

I spot another kid emerge from behind the girls. They are slightly taller than me, with short hair dyed a vibrant shade of red, orange, and purple. They wear a hoodie with splotches of color, and one gold bracelet.

“Ignore them.” they say, standing beside me. “It seems like they don’t appreciate acts of love like you do, no matter how awkward it may seem. Hello Frankie.” they say.

“Hello Corē.” I reply.

“Come with me to class. We have Heroux first.” they say.

“Heroux is cool.” I say. “Like I mean she actually is amazing.”

Minutes later, we’re sitting in class. I see Corē sit beside me, and one of the girls I saw earlier pokes them with a pencil. They turn towards her.

“Dumbass.” they sign. “Now leave me alone.”

Nicole recoils and gives Corē a dirty look.

I snicker. “Good one.”

“Ms Heroux, Corē and Frankie are bothering me with weird hand gestures!” Nicole whines.

“Oh my god.” Corē whispers.

“What happened?” Ms Heroux asks.

“Nicole kept poking Corē with a sharpened pencil and wouldn’t stop even after they told her to.”

“Basically I told her to stop acting stupid.” Corē signs.

“Nicole, if you keep bothering them, I’m writing you up.” Ms Heroux says.

“You’re so annoying.” Nicole says, sulking.

“One more thing.” I say, walking up to Ms Heroux.

“Can I talk to you about something during lunch or after class ends?”

She nods. “Any time.”

Several classes later, the bell rings, and we all file out into the halls.

I walk into the unisex bathroom located several feet away from the classroom I left.

What if Ms Heroux doesn’t believe me?

What if one of the teachers thinks I’m lying?

Maybe I shouldn’t tell anyone about my secret powers.

I feel a strange coldness, then I realize I accidentally froze the bathroom mirror. With a snap of my fingers, the ice disappears.

At least I cleaned that up.

Suddenly, I hear an angry voice from far away.

Oh God what have I done now?

I try to reach Corē and also Ms Heroux telepathically.

*What’s going on?* I ask.
*Some teacher wants to report you. I don’t know why, but I really wish they would ignore false reports*. Corē replies.

“Frankie Wolfe and Corē Perez de León, please report to the office immediately.” a voice over the intercom says with an edge.

*Ms Heroux, what am I going to do? Once I get home, I’m going to be toast!*

*Frankie*. she replies. *Relax*. *I can help you handle this. It’s probably Nicole or one of those other girls. This has happened before and I’ve been trying to get the faculty to make a rule about false reports. We’ll see how this goes.*

I really really really hope this works, because I really don’t need any more problems on my plate now. Having to hide my powers was stressful enough.

I reach the office. Corē’s hand squeezes mine.

“Please don’t let this be the end, please please please.” they sign anxiously.

“I heard from a student that you kept talking about an intimidating topic.” the principal says.

“It was about demons. From a *book*.” I say, trying to keep myself from accidentally unleashing my fire, both elemental and emotional. My hands glow slightly.

“Still, that’s no excuse to blame someone for talking about a book topic.”

“This is a serious matter, Francesca.”

“My name ain’t Francesca.” I say. “It’s Frankie. It’s on my school records. Has your mind not registered that from the beginning?”

**Frankie, we don’t need anymore crazy stuff happening!** Ms Heroux says telepathically, her voice resonating in my mind.

“Still, if you keep this up, we’ll have to suspend you.” the principal says.

“Ma’am, I am sick of dealing with this.” I say. “If I keep getting falsely accused, then I’ll have you see what actually happens, not some made up story from those girls!”

“Mrs Calloway, please listen to Frankie. They clearly know what these girls do, as do I!” Ms Heroux says.

“All right, Sloane, it’s a deal, but if what Frankie says is false, then she’ll be suspended for a whole week with loss of theater privileges.”

“You’re always harsh.” I say. “Also it’s they/them.”

“Frankie, not now.” Corē signs. “We don’t want any more stress happening.”

“Fine.” I whisper. “But how are we going to prove to Ms Calloway that what Nicole, Mia, and Claire are doing is a terrible thing? We can’t videotape anyone, but maybe…”

“We could try using some of the footage from one of the security cameras.” Corē says.

“Interesting idea.”

The sun burns bright, almost blinding, as I push through the clumps of kids surrounding me left and right, when I bump into a boy, slightly shorter than me, with hair in tousled waves.

“Hello, demon.” he says playfully, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Hello, Az.” I say. “Happy summer, prince of darkness.”

“Why the long face? It’s Friday, and the last 2 weeks of school. You look like someone really had it out for you.”

“Azazel.” I hiss. “I was falsely reported by a teacher for mentioning demons…in a book.”

“Ooh.” he says, cringing slightly. “Must be those girls again. They seem sheltered.”

“…Yeah.” I say. “I’m trying not to give a damn about them. The principal says I have to provide evidence of the things
they’ve done. I can’t videotape students, but Corē and I have been thinking about using security footage.”

“I can help you, Frankie.” Az says. “Except I need to do it in secret. For some reason some of the teachers don’t like us together, saying we’re ‘a weird pair’.”

“I don’t care.” I say. “If I want to clear our names, we’re doing it regardless of what people think. We’ll have to do it in secret. I don’t want anyone but my sister, Corē, and Ms. Heroux knowing about this. No one else is to find out.”

Az nods. “Noted.”

“Now are we ready?” Corē signs.

I nod. “Yes. Operation evidence is a go.”

Az snorts. “Haha. Operation Evidence. Good one. Now scatter.”

We disperse among the crowds.

Don’t reveal this. No one but our allies needs to know.

Not the teachers. Not my parents, yet.

I just hope I can find a world that sees me for more than human.

Maybe I am a demon. Maybe there is more to life than just conforming to people’s expectations.

I creep into the library, and bury myself in the back of the room, buried deep in fantasy novels.

Time to escape the craziness of it all.

I hear a voice in my head. It’s Az.

*One of the teachers who had you last semester keeps ‘thinking’ that Ms Heroux is a bad influence, and she said that if she keeps ‘feeding your demon delusions’ then you’d have to get moved*.

“No one understands me, except Sloane.” I say. “Sloane Heroux. The only mentor I’ve ever known.”

I hear her voice in my head.

*Frankie.* she says, almost whispery. *I care a lot about you. Don’t ever let anyone mark you as bad in any way. Individuality is power. Don’t ever forget who you are. Sometimes we have to embrace the dark parts.*

Don’t forget who you are.

Ever.

I will not forget this.

Come on, WereWolfe, don’t let anyone tell you who to be.

I sneak into the bathroom and gaze into the mirror.

Then the voice of one of my teachers rings in my head.

*Oh Frankie, you’ve got to leave all your childish beliefs behind and plant your feet on the ground like the rest of us. That Heroux is a bad influence! This is the third time you’ve gotten reported this week. If you don’t switch to more appropriate topic, then I’m going to make sure you never see that teacher or Azazel again.*

No.

I won’t let anyone extinguish my flame.

I will not conform.

Individuality is power.

It’s what makes a person.

The dark parts of you are all part of one identity. One that can’t ever be copied.

Light and dark coexist. They are meant to.

If Hell is real, if what I am is real, then let it take me over.

I close my eyes.

My whole body tingles. Warmth crawls up my legs, then my arms.

I feel my skin change. I feel my body lengthen slightly. I feel a strange sensation near my rear end.

I open my eyes, and the being standing in front of me is still me

Just *different.*

My skin is a golden brown, and slightly shimmery. My eyes are still brown, but tinged gold, and my pupils are now almost slits. My hair is still short and wavy, but now a very light blonde, with brown tips. My ears are pointed, and tiny horns protrude slightly from my head.

I spot a tiny gem on my chest.

I touch it, and it warms and glows, and I feel a strange hum inside of me.

This gem is me. It’s part of me.

*Holy shit*

*What I thought was true.*

*I’ve transformed.*

I transform back into my human self and head into a classroom.

“Where’ve you been?”  Ms Heroux asks. “You’ve been in that bathroom for 10 minutes.”

“I need to show you something.” I say.

I lead her into a closet, and blink my eyes in front of a mirror. They blaze bright gold, and my slit pupils glitter.

“It was all true.” I say quietly. My voice still sounds like mine, but with a strange raspy, slightly ethereal quality.

“I….have magic.” I say. My hands glow red hot, and I conjure a tiny flame.

“Oh Frankie.” She says. “It’s time to tell you everything.”

Her body changes, and she too is like me. A demon. I see a gem glowing on her chest.

“Both of us somehow came from hell.” I say. “But how?”

She shifts back into human form.

“You’ll have to go somewhere to find the answers you seek.” she says. “I’ll be there if you need me. Tell your friends and sister, but keep this a secret from anyone else. Only we, your allies can know about this.”

“I have a bit of a situation.” I say.

“What is it?” she replies.

“My family is going to move in a couple of weeks, except I don’t know where. All I want it to be is a place where I’m accepted as my entire self and I can shed this human form once in a while.”

“I know a place.” Heroux replies. “Go into a forest, through thick fog, cross a bridge, and you’re there.”

“But how will I know when I reach it?” I ask.

“If you see people who literally come in all shapes and sizes, and a few demons, along with that guy named Alex, you’ll definitely know.” Heroux replies.

## Evie’s POV

Walking through the meadow,

Gazing up at the cloud blotted sky, with two suns beaming light down on the rocks and pebbles, catching my hair like fire. I unfurl my wings and fly up to my balcony, and flop down on the beanbag placed on my bedroom floor.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar face flashes in my mind. Then Anubis.

I get up, and walk down the hallway into the living room where both my fathers sit talking. One turns towards me.

“Is something troubling you, Evie?” He asks.

“Well…” I say.

How can I tell my fathers without sounding scared?

I hear rustling, then turn around to see a disheveled figure run into the bushes. I feel heat and fire gather in my hands.

“Papa…I-I think someone entered the realm.” I say. “And I think Anubis is trying to sneak into our home.

Papa gets up from the chair. He sweeps part of his short messy hair to one side.

“Then we need to be ready.”

I turn towards dad. Heat causes my hands to glow, and I flick my wrist, conjuring a small frame.

“Little ember.” he says. “Looks like your fire is getting strong.”

“I had a vision of a face.” I say. “Vaguely human. Someone entered the realm. I saw through their eyes. Heard their voice. Their intentions are good.”

My voice softens. “They want to find a place to belong.”

I hear cooing, and turn around to see my baby sister Rune with her arm on one of my ankles.