Who are the Werewolves of the Tetrad and what are their Powers of 4 on the Fourth Supermoon?

Tetrad Supermoon fuels the powers – and weaknesses – of 4.

Maybe you’ve met a Tetrad Werewolf without knowing… or maybe you are one of them…

The Werewolves of the Tetrad keep their identities secret from all except each other. Nobody knows for sure their individual identities nor how many of them really exist.

This is because the Tetrad Werewolves know all too well about the deadly forces working to prevent them from fuelling their powers of four. Forces especially hard at work right now, trying to prevent them uniting on the final blood moon of the Tetrad Event at the end of this month.

As a werewolf you’ve felt the power of the epochal Tetrad Event – four blood moons in a row, separated by 6 months exactly, ending on the September Supermoon.

It happens only once a millennium and its power to all werewolves cannot be denied.

But for a certain number of werewolves, sometimes known as the Werewolves of the Tetrad, or the Tetrads, this event has even more significant.

Many rumours and myths surround these werewolves, about their Tetradic powers and weaknesses as well as their habits and customs. For example:

The Tetrads together have four times the strength, speed and power.

The Tetrads only survive and thrive by multiples of four. In other words, when one of the Tetrad goes down, they all fall. 

Tetrad powers peak around occasions of four, including: 4:44, 4th days, 4th months, 4th floors… even the 4th dimension.

In Asia the Tetrads can travel together through the realms of the undead.

How many of these beliefs will prove true and how many fiction you may discover on the supermoon of September 27 and 28.

Have you been looking for the werewolves of the mini-moon? Then you’ll have to look very hard tonight because tonight of all nights, these werewolves know how to not be seen.

This is not due to any special invisibility power nor technologies that some other werewolves possess, you understand, but for one small lucky - or unlucky! reason…

Werewolves of the mini-moon

(Whether you see it as lucky or unlucky, will depend on your point of view about such things.)

A small reason because it’s all about one  very small power, gained by a wish once won from the leprechaun.

Now the exact details of this wish have been muddied with time and retelling but the core truth of it remains unchanged. A Wind Werewolf once freed a very important leprechaun trapped at the height of the mini-moon. A leprechaun king or queen who gave that werewolf and his kind the sometimes power of small bound to the March mini-moon.

(Although many tellers insist that leprechauns, who are very anti-monarchy, never, ever had kings or queens and it was not a Wind Werewolf but a Singing Werewolf who freed them.)

(All tellers generally agree that it could never have been a Death Werewolf.)

Whatever the case, this happened back in the days of powerful kings and queens and shiny pennies, when the practice of leprechaun trapping was commonplace.

Back then almost everyone learned how to build a functioning leprechaun trap. Or they tried, at least. The truth is that these traps rarely if ever functioned, Leprechauns being much better at springing traps than most people will ever be at building them. People believed, you see, that a trapped leprechaun must grant you one powerful wish. Anything you could wish. While this may or may not true, people believed it and the trapping of leprechauns became at once a global pursuit — a sport, an art, even a profession. Or leprechaunage,as it came to be known.

On a mini-moon like tonight, all of this leprechaun trapping reaches an annual frenzy. This of course makes perfect sense. Leprechauns rule the mini-moon, for those two short nights when the moon is smallest seen. Or at least they want to rule it, that much is perfectly clear. It’s the main reason why St. Patrick’s Day is set to the month of March.

A fact well-known to would-be leprechaun trappers or leprechauneurs as they were sometimes called. On the mini-moon, leprechauns are legion – and distracted, armed with elaborate schemes and plans to build their mini-empires beyond the mere draining of pocket change and wishing wells. Far beyond magic sofas and shoes. Plans that go as big and far as the moon itself.

But this is not a story about leprechauns but a story about a werewolf who once wished for the power of small after saving a trapped leprechaun trap at the height of the mini-moon.

Some werewolves think it was an accident or a leprechaun joke. What werewolf would want to be transformed into the littlest lycanthrope that you could imagine whenever the mini-moon rises?

They say that the werewolf in question must have trapped into wishing this way. That the werewolf was just trying to counsel an unlucky leprechaun to be happy about their small size by saying something like, “Hey, small is powerful too! I wish that I could be smaller sometimes!”

To which the crafty leprechaun would have said something like, “Done! Your wish is granted. From now on , you and your kind will be find the power of small at your beck and call, under the mini-moon.

And that’s how it happened. More or less.

If you are a Dragon Werewolf, this is could be your moon. The Dragon Moon rises every year at this time in the Northern Hemisphere, bringing with it not just new Dragon Wolves but new dragons too.

Dragon Wolves have a special bond with dragons.

The alliance between dragons and the werewolves we now know as Dragon Werewolves is a long and ancient friendship about which conflicting histories are told.

Some date this friendship back to the dragon known as Niohoggr or Nio for short. Nio became known as one of the first Wood Dragons. Before Nio, the rest of Earth decided that dragons should stay in the mountains or oceans, where their fiery breath could not cause any fires.

Unfortunately, nobody told this to little Nio who hatched on the Dragon Moon eons ago in the foot of a giant ash tree. How did Nio get from his mountain top cave to the heart of the forest? There are differing accounts, but it is generally agreed upon that a certain eagle took a dragon’s egg – Nio’s egg – and transported it there. Depending on who you talk to, you may hear that the egg was stolen, as the dragons like to report, or you may hear that the dragons abandoned little Nio because his egg was too small and an ugly brown colour and besides it didn’t hatch on schedule.

(Dragons as everyone knows are famously punctual and fastidious about their time.)

Whatever the case, when Nio hatched at the base of the ash tree in the heart of the forest, all the animals were surprised and impressed at first. Here was a little bird who could climb trees and spit funny sparks as well as fly. Baby Nio was a lot of fun to have around and everybody loved him, especially the wolves, who sometimes let him ride around on their backs and especially one wolf in particular, the werewolf Fenrir whose mother was a human giantess.

But as Nio grew and grew and grew, the animals began to wonder. Why doesn’t he have feathers anymore? And why does he have such a long tail, like a snake? And where once, they thought his sparky breath was really cute, now Nio was spitting flames and burning down some of their favourite trees and plants.

A meeting was held and it was decided that Nio must go home. The eagle who knew Nio’s family was sent back to the mountain with a message. But Nio didn’t want to go home. To him, the forest was his home. So Nio asked Fenrir to help him build a secret cave under the ash tree where he could hide and still be a part of the forest. Fenrir immediately agreed. Of anyone in creation, Fenrir could understand how it felt to be bigger and different. The gods were always busy plotting the best way to chain Fenrir but to this point they had not been successful.

So Fenrir helped Nio dig a secret cave and Nio hid among the ash tree roots. When the eagle came back with a message from the dragons for Nio, they couldn’t find him. Poor Nio though just kept growing and growing beneath the earth and got tangled in the roots of the tree in his sleep. He was also bored. His only amusement was shaking the tree from below and seeing if he could make the animals fall out. Some of the animals started to wonder if it was him shaking the tree and they didn’t find it very funny. They started to make up scary stories about him to keep young animals away from the tree.

Nio was starting to wonder if he should burn down the forest and run away after all. The only problem was, to where? The tree was the only home he had known.

Fortunately, Fenrir came to visit him just in the nick of time with a gift from the human side of the family – a spell to help Nio learn how to assume his human form, like a werewolf.

Once he learned it, you can guess how this knowledge changed Nio’s life. Once he could assume human form at will, he and Fenrir became fast friends. To this day you can’t read a story about Ragnarok that doesn’t mention them both.

When the gods finally succeeded in chaining Fenrir, Nio vowed that he and all of his descendants would serve as guardians for Fenrir’s descendants. It’s a promise the dragons keep to this day to all true Dragon Werewolves.

Contest Announcement for Lupine Lifers:

Whatever kind of werewolf you happen to be or know, send in something your wrote to win one of three prizes being awarded for:

1. A personal werewolf experience narrative

2. A werewolf poem

3. An article about life as a werewolf.

Up to three winning pieces will be featured on the front page of YourLupineLife and the writers will receive a thank-you gift card number from the iTunes store along with a chance to be published in an upcoming YourLupineLife downloadable e-book.

The hope is that your writing will add to the knowledge and experiences already described here on the site with stories and information about life as – or with – a lycanthrope.

One of the guest judges will be longtime friend and supporter of the site, Seth Greening from sethonsurvival.com. (SOS has a companion contest right now to celebrate the four weeks of the 4 Million Moon and you can earn one entry into his contest just by entering ours.)

Up to two other judges will be selected and announced as soon as possible. Judges will be instructed to select writing with feeling that is entertaining or inspiring or suspenseful and of course educational for werewolves like us.

Many great entries have already come in but there’s still time, so please email your writing to admin@yourlupinelife.com by April 30, 2014.

Thanks for sharing your lupine life.

The Hunter Moon this year is undergoing an eclipse, which is also known as the Blood Moon for a few very bloody reasons.

Read more about the Hunter or Blood Clan of Werewolves here.

A Blood Moon in the way that NASA scientists mean Blood Moon. To the scientist, a Blood Moon is a moon that turns red with sun fire during a lunar eclipse. To a lycan, the Blood Moon is that and something else too.

It’s going to be a bloody Halloween either way.

It’s the night that all Hunter Wolves are called on to defend the world against the beings who break through the veil of creation on Halloween. And the night when the rebel Blood Wolves will refuse to heed that call. Some of them will even end up fighting their brothers and sisters.

Let’s back up. Before the Hunter Moon was called the Blood Moon it was already pretty bloody. It brings the darker half of the year and marks the beginning of the long winter struggle against darkness and cold for all creatures in the Northern Hemisphere.

Hunters would use the October full moon light to stalk their prey at night. And animals would be slaughtered for eating in ritual ways that were meant to honor the dead, a kind of hunters’ apology for having to kill to survive. A thank-you ritual to the spirits for the sacrifice.

Well sometimes these rituals worked – and sometimes they didn’t. Sometimes they actually made the restless dead spirits angrier. A dangerous situation. Especially on Halloween. And especially if the Hunters Moon happens to coincide with Halloween. Halloween is the one night of the year when the veil between worlds is thinnest. Beings and monsters in other worlds wait all year for the right conditions to help them cross over on Halloween night.

We know that many different beings have indeed learned how to cross this veil, especially if the moon is full.  That’s why humans learned to wear a disguise, so other-worlders won’t recognize them as vulnerable humans. And why the Hunter Wolves promise to be out in full force, defending the world against the creatures who break through the veil. The Hunter Wolves train all year for this job and take an oath to defend the world on this night above all others.

At least that’s how things used to be. How they should still be. Unfortunately it’s not.

Nobody knows the name of that first hunter to kill a werewolf on the Hunter Moon but there’s a rumor that his story has been preserved and passed down by the Blood Wolves – along with his teeth and his bones. If you can find a Blood Wolf to tell you the true story, ask him. But fat chance getting a Blood Werewolf to talk to you. Especially on the Blood Moon.

All that is known for sure is that it happened on a Halloween Hunters Moon. A new, young genetic werewolf unexpectedly transformed in her village, alone. Her family was all out, racing with the Hunter pack toward a breach in the veil between worlds, preparing to fight back the beings to break through it: netherworlders, shadow worlders or otherworlders. These beings have been called by many names throughout history.

The new werewolf stumbled out into the forest on her new legs, and that’s where it happened – a human shot her. Killed her on the spot with a silver-tip arrow. Some even say it was one of her friends, trying to hunt with the adults on the Hunters’ Moon.

When the girls’ family returned to the village at sunrise to find her body in the woods they vowed to separate from the village and from the Hunter Wolves forever. They stopped defending the world and made their own clan, the Blood Clan, dedicated exclusively to self-preservation from the enemies they see everywhere, all the time. Now they claim the Hunter Moon as the Blood Moon. They don’t take the Hunter Wolf vow to protect the earth on Halloween and all year around from shadowy being bent on destruction.

Some whisper that the Blood Wolves may even be trying to help bring about this destruction.

So whether you celebrate the Hunter Moon or the Blood Moon, it’s sure to be bloody Halloween out there either way. Between fighting for the worlds’ survival and stocking up for the long winter, check back for the launch of our new werewolf app. Thanks Seth – and Graham too –  for helping us to finish it. Your Lupine Life app should be up on the iTunes store for free on Halloween.

Also we hope you’ll stop by Seth On Survival on or around Halloween. There’s sure to be a Survivor of the Month prize along with more helpful tips for your ongoing survival.

When the Harvest Moon is on the rise, Singing Werewolves everywhere prepare to howl for three nights in a row, celebrating their moon.

If you aren’t a Singing Wolf, you may be wondering, why is this moon, referred to by half the humans on Earth as the Harvest Moon, also known as the Singing Moon among some werewolves?

You’ll find the answer lies in the history of farmers and werewolves of yore.

As everyone knows, the Harvest Moon is the bright low-hanging moon rising over the farmers’ fields tonight, when farmers in the Northern Hemisphere would race to bring in the crops before winter. It’s also the equinox, when the nights have begun to stretch out and steal a farmers’ valuable daylight once again, making it harder to finish the harvest.

Over these ancient fields, the Harvest Moon rose like a big orange nightlight to help the farmers see their work. By Harvest Moonlight, the farmers could work all night, as long as they could stay awake.

This is where the singing part comes in. In the days before coffee and energy drinks, these overworked farmers had to do something to stay awake. And the werewolves who lived among the farmers used their unique vocal powers to help out in this unusual way, by using their deadly howl in song. The werewolves sang to the farmers, “talking” to them and keeping them awake.

Scaring them awake, some would say. Some thought the werewolves were singing down the moon. Others farmers understood that the werewolves were trying to help, not trying to cause the moon to crash into the earth and they began to sing along. Some farmers even started leaving out big bowls of grain for the werewolves to thank them and keep them near.

Even the humans who didn’t really understand, could see that there was a kind of harvest peace between the species that needs to be respected. That’s why among rural werewolves, it’s still a tradition to greet the new Singing Wolves and join the farmers on their Harvest Moon or as we call it, the Singing Moon.