Daughter of Luka (LGBT+)

Twenty-Four 🌑

After I had spoken with Accalia, I made my way back into the house to find that my father wasn't waiting for me, which was a relief. 

I swiftly made my way upstairs and into bed and prepared myself for the next morning. 

How was life ever going to be remotely normal, now, though? I was a werewolf, of all things. 

Prior to a few days ago, I had been among the vast majority of people that believed that werewolves were simply a thing of legend. 

Now, it felt as though everything was changing. 

How had I been so naïve? How had I not realised that the things I had thought were simply legends were actually real? How had I never even thought about the fact that I could be different, too? 

The answer to the last question was easy. 

My mother had a spell placed upon me to wipe away any mere notion of werewolves. 

Ever since that had happened, I had essentially been perfectly mundane. 

That was no longer the case. 

Nevertheless, I knew that I was now determined, more so than ever before, to be the best werewolf there had ever been. 

Well, I was determined to do that and to also pass my mathematics final exam. That was sort of important. 

In many ways, though, school now felt sort of meaningless. And don't get me wrong, I knew that it was important, but I was a werewolf. Did I really need to worry so much about it? 

Well, yes, I did. I wanted to get good grades. I wanted to make Kate proud. 

Kate, I thought all of a sudden. I hadn't spoken to her in so long. I wouldn't be surprised if she had blocked me out of her phone, and life, forever. 

Fortunately, though, as I sent her a quick text I soon discovered that wasn't the case. She had been fairly busy studying, so she hadn't had much time to even check her own phone. 

She also probably didn't have much time to check the news to discover that another wolf had been sighted recently. 

I felt my stomach do an uncomfortable flip. 

Be careful, Ophelia, I reminded myself. 

As I sat up in my bed, I couldn't help but analyse everything that Accalia had told me- everything from her knowledge about the wolves to the whole soulmate thing. It was a little weird, but it also left me intrigued. Did every wolf have a soulmate and, if so, who was mine? I would try to get some research done on the matter later, but for now I knew that I needed to get to school again. 

Once I had arrived at school on the bus, I rushed over to Kate's locker. 

She closed it and looked at me with wide eyes. 

"There you are. I thought you might have just ghosted me," she said. 

"You know that I would never do that. I've just been busy," I explained. That much was a definite understatement, but Kate didn't need to know about that. 

At my statement, Kate's eyes flickered with empathy. 

"I can imagine. Let me guess- mathematics?" she asked me. 

"Yup," I said. 

Thanks, Kate, I thought to myself. It was almost as though she was helping me out with my lies. 

"Hey, you look really nice today, Ophelia," she added, with a sincere smile. "Your eyes seem brighter." 

I would have to check them out in the mirror later on. I had a feeling this was probably another wolf thing. I made sure to thank Kate. 

"Anyway, I'll help you out with some more mathematics, later," she said, as her own eyes warmed slightly in a friendly manner. "That's what I'm here for, after all. I am one of your closest friends. I want to be able to be generous with my kindness. Besides, I was going to study some English later, but this- helping you to pass the class- seems far more important."

"You don't have to," I said, as we began to walk towards Mr. Z's classroom. Ugh. Mathematics. I would much rather be doing werewolf things. 

 Kate and I wandered in and sat down at our desk. 

Mr. Z was staring right at me, which was a little unnerving. I tried to take my mind off it by sharpening one of my pencils. 

I collected the shavings and poured them into my pencil case. I would dispose of them later on. 

"Homework, Miss Amarilla?" he asked me and I looked up, startled. 

His footsteps had been so quiet as they had approached my desk. 

I looked up at him and managed a small smile, as I got my homework out of my book. 

"It's all there," I told him, positive that I would have got a good grade this time around, despite my distractions.

Kate had sent a lot of help over, and I had been studying a lot to throw my father off having any idea of what I was actually up to. 

He looked it over and a small smile appeared upon his own lips, but it didn't last very long before he turned and made his way back over to his desk. 

At the end of the class, Mr. Z let everyone go but he called for me to stay behind. He had this intense glint in his gaze, as though he was carefully thinking over something. 

Why did he keep looking at me? I was the new girl, yeah, but surely I didn't deserve to always have the spotlight on me. 

I pushed this thought away and managed a cheerful smile. 

Mr. Z's expression remained serious. 

"I didn't know you were one of us," he said. 

"'One of us'? Sir, what are you talking about?" I asked him. My heart sunk into my stomach. I wasn't sure that I actually wanted an answer to that question. 

"I'm determined to figure out exactly how this happened- so for how long have you known, Ophelia?" he asked me. 

It was strange for him to use my first name, but that wasn't what had captured my main attention. 

"How long have I known what?" I returned. 

"How long have you known that you are a werewolf?" he asked me.