Today was President's Day. That meant another day out of school for my friends. We spent it lounging around my house, discussing the snow that fell on Friday and watching movies. The girls finally talked us guys into watching Twilight.
I won't go into my opinion of it, as I don't feel it warrants much of an opinion. Let's just say that vampires are fictional and that's where they should stay - in books and movies.
After the movie, River brought up a topic that's much closer to home for us. He pointed out that President's Day is another holiday used to get a day off supposedly to honor past and present Presidents of the United States. My friends discussed the few presidents they remembered from their history course, while I simply listened. I took in all of their conversation about these great men and the things they left behind.
As they talked, I thought of the leaders more close to me - the leaders of our pack. At the Charleston level, there's River's dad, Mr. Haverill, who also happens to be our headmaster at school. He does a great job of keeping us safe and informed of things going on.
He's not the one I thought the most on though. After my friends left, I remained in the living room and thought about the leader of our original pack, my grandfather.
The Charleston pack was formed when our parents decided they were tired of the mountain life in Canada. As Mr. Haverill tells it, my mother and her friends were tired of living like wolves and wished to live more like humans. My mother did the math and convinced her friends that werewolves are more human than wolf. It makes perfect sense when you think about the fact that we only spend three days of every moon cycle as a wolf. That's roughly 36 days a year out of 365 total days. I would say we're more human than wolf as well.
My mother was set to inherit the role of pack leader after finding a mate. I have been told that my grandfather was more mad at the fact that she turned her back on being pack leader than on the fact that she turned her back on the original pack. You see, when a new pack forms, the role of pack leader suddenly becomes available and it is up to the original members of the pack to determine how a new leader will be chosen. Our parents decided that the role would go to the pack member who found their mate first, since a leader shouldn't lead without a mate.
To make a long story short, Mr. Haverill was the first among our parents to find his mate. My mother found my father mere months later, but it was too late. By that time, Mr. Haverill had already assumed the role of leader. I'm sure it would've been debateable if my mother could lead with a human mate anyways.
I spent a lot of time thinking about my mother and her heritage. When my father came home, I asked him to tell me more about my mother and he simply told me that he still wasn't ready to talk about her or her disappearance. I am hoping that one of these days he'll be willing to confide in me. But, at this point, I'm not holding my breath.