𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 -𝘌 𝘳 𝘦 𝘳 𝘪-

Before We Begin

17 years ago I was born. 

I was a regular chubby baby who cried. 

I was blessed with green eyes, brown hair, natural tan skin and a bunch of random freckles and birth marks. "Angel kisses" my mother would call them as she tickled my tummy and left kisses all over my face. My mother was a very kind and caring woman. She was always there for others, taking time to help more than she needed to. Putting herself at risk just to make sure someone else was okay.  She was the most beautiful hearted human I've ever known. That is more than what I can say about myself. I'm not even human but I am definitely not kind like she is. I'm not a mean person but I like to keep to myself. I avoid putting myself in situations that involve interacting with others. As far as the not human part- Well I'm an omega. I'm part wolf. It was a fluke that I was even born this way. Lycanthrope's were almost extinct. Dating back to thousands of years ago- persecuted like witches and vampires- slaughtered and imprisioned. Over time we've changed. No more shape shifting or full moon transformations. Like I said my kind are rare, so when my parents figured out what I was- it was a shock.

"He's some monster!" My father, Grisha hissed to my mother, "Look at his eyes Carla, Look at his fucking eyes!" 

I was 10 at the time and I was having an asthma attack. My very first one. An adrenaline rush rose in my stomach and it sent shivers down my arms. I wrapped one hand around my throat and one grabbing at my chest. My face felt hot and I gazed pleadingly at my mother. 

"He can't breathe Grisha stop talking about his eyes!" My mother yelled before dropping to her knees in front of me, "Baby, I need you to calm down." My mother stared into my eyes. She furrowed her brows before shifting her gaze to my hands, "Breathe with me Eren," She held my shoulders gently.

"We need to take him to the hospital," My father muttered.

"No!" My mom whipped her head to face him, "They'll alert the police, they'll kill him!" She screeched.

I wheezed painfully, and suddenly vomit escaped my lips. I felt like my lungs were on fire- the vomit only made me feel like I was inhaling glass. Tears rolled down my face. I felt like screaming from the pain. 

"Eren breathe with me," My moms voice shook, "In," She inhaled slowly, "and out" She let out a breath. 

I tried to block out my fathers continuous muttering, "He's one of them-my god how-get rid-monster-satan's child-get rid somehow-can't stay-" 

I focused on my mother and her breathing. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
 

My father left shortly after the incident. He was never cruel or mean. He was a good dad. But that night I couldn't recognize him. He was furious, loud, and just so violent. He slapped my mother when she tried to hold his hand and convince him that everything was okay. 

When he left my mother was broken. She stayed in her room for about a week. Only coming out to make me food and tuck me into bed. 

"Why did dad leave, mommy?" I had asked her. 

Me. I realized as I got older. I was the reason. I was the reason my mother lost the love of her life. I was why he walked out. The house was so empty without him for the first month. But then something seemed to click for my mother. Her friend offered her a general manager position at her cafe and she seemed bright and cheerful. Whenever I brought my dad up she would just remind me how much she loved me and that I was all that mattered. 

I was homeschooled from that point forward. I was only ever allowed to go anywhere as long as my mom was with me. I spent hours with her at the cafe. "Maria's Cafe" it was called after my moms friend. I never resented my mother but I would get frustrated when I couldn't play with other children, "You might have another asthma attack," She would say when I asked why I couldn't play with the other kids. She never left me alone, always with me and always hovering. 

It wasn't until I was fifteen when she finally told me why.

"I-I'm a what?!" My chest began to pound.

"Lycanthrope," She repeated herself in a soft tone, "I wanted to be honest with you- you deserve to know- Please don't be afraid-"

"This is why dad left isn't it?" I blurted out and took a step away from her. I was a monster wasn't I? I had never hurt anyone but I began to feel self cautious. What if I hurt my mother? Lycanthropes were dangerous beings right? Every once in a blue moon the national news would boast of the rare capture and murder of the mystical beings. Said to be dangerous and evil- just like Vampires. 

"Eren, please its okay," My mother took a step towards me, "You are perfect the way you are, you're special!"

I felt like I was going to pass out, "How do you know I'm one of them?"

I had never grown a tail or sprouted fangs or whatever Lycanthropes did. 

"Your eyes," She whispered so I could barely hear. She seemed to gaze at me in awe. I reached up and touched my face. Suddenly I ran to the bathroom.

"Eren wait!" My mom cried after me. 

I ignored her and flipped on the lights. I almost screamed at what I saw. Soon my mother was at my side, her face covered in concern.

"My e-eyes" I stared at my reflection.

"This is how we found out," She gave a soft smile, tears beginning to form in her brown eyes.

Black. Everything was black. No Iris, no pupil, no whites of the eyes. Black. My eyes were pitch black. 

A/N

I can't believe I'm back! I've been contemplating on rewriting this story for a long time. I truly fell in love with the idea of this book so here I am. Obviously this book compared to the other will be a lot different but a lot will be the same. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you all for supporting me and reading my books. 

Without you I would not be here. 

Love,

Lani.