Theirs ☾mates☽

Chapter 1: Fake Facades

Aspen with her wolf eyes
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Honk! Honk! Honk!

I groan and blindly pick up my alarm clock and throw it at the wall. I hear it smash to a million pieces and inwardly grinamance.

That was the fourth alarm clock this week!

I smirk as I pull myself out of bed. I quickly make my bed and kneel by the left side to mutter a quick prayer and thanks and apology to the moon goddess for being such a hellion of a child. Then I stand and walk into the bathroom to get ready for another day of hell...oh did I say hell? I meant to say highschool!

I was a senior in high school and only had a few more months of school left before I could dump this hellhole and get outta here faster than a werewolf can scream bane.

I smirked at my exhausted face in the mirror. My brown eyes that had a rim of blue around the irises had dark circles under them and my tanned skin was paler than usual, "I look like shit." I grimace at myself in the mirror.

Nothing a shower couldn't fix!

I turned the water onto burning hot and immediately stepped in. I went through my normal routine in the shower, shaving my legs and under my arms, washing my hair and body, then getting out. I wrapped a towel around my body and used a second one to towel dry my hair. I left my hair wet as I slumped out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I picked out a black noodle strap tube top and skinny dark denim ripped jeans with my usual black leather jacket. I then fishtail braided my brown hair, threw on my dark blue high top covers, and called myself ready for school.

I walked into the kitchen and pulled the fridge open, "𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝! 𝙁𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚!" My wolf Layla howled in my mind as she finally made face to me.

"𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙛𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙨." I laughed jokingly. Layla growled in annoyance as I rummaged through the fridge and pantry looking for something that sounded good. I grumped when I couldn't find something I wanted and instead drew myself to the coffee machine. I turned on the machine to brew my first cup of coffee of the day and hummed as I waited.

Layla finally comes back to me, "𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝘼𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣!" She whined to which I humm in agreement and broke into my pantry to grab a bagel and popped it in the toaster.

I smile as the smell of coffee wafts through the house and sigh. I wouldn't have to worry about saving any for anyone else, I never had visitors, my parents didn't live with me, they couldn't...they were dead. A sharp pang in my heart and Lalya whimpered as my face hardened. I felt tears come to my eyes and growled in anger, I picked up the nearest glass cup and chucked it at the wall and a scream of anger and sadness left me. Layla was silent in my mind, there was nobody to counsel me, nobody to check on me after hearing the crash.

There. Was. Nobody.

I turned away from the mess I had made. I couldn't stand to see it, I couldn't stand to see the bare walls that had no picture because I had nothing to hang, nothing of my life worth going on the wall.

My body wanted to cry, my heart wanted to weap. But that wouldn't help me. It wouldn't solve any problems and it definitely wouldn't bring back my parents.

With those thoughts, I turned to my coffee machine and made myself a cup of coffee with extra sweetener and sugar. I grabbed my bagel and a packet of cream cheese before marching through the house. I grabbed my bag and keys and slammed my front door shut.

I didn't have to worry about neighbors or people around me, there was nobody for miles. I looked out at the lake while standing on my porch, the lake.

Crystal Lake.

Stupid fucking godsdamn curse!

I tore my eyes from the lake that laid less than thirty feet from my house and up at the blue sky that was clouded with grey puffy snow clouds and whispered, "Goddess please help me." And a tear did fall then. But only one. And that's all that I would ever allow.

I made sure my face was hard as stone as I pulled open my black mustang door and hopped in. I threw on my black aviators, even though it was winter. I started the engine and listened to it roar as the car started, and I sped to school.

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I pulled into my usual spot at the back corner of the parking lot. The closest spot to the forest. I longingly stared at the woods, wanting nothing more than to forget about life and run as a wolf through the woods till I dropped. Layla agreed with me and reminded me that we could leave as soon as we finished high school officially in a couple of months.

I sighed and made my way through the parking lot. I kept my black aviators on as I walked with my hands in my pockets and my head held high, I didn't give to shits what people thought about me. I knew what they thought, I heard it every damn day, but it didn't mean that I just sat there and took it without a fight.

I pushed the school doors open with my backpack slung over my shoulder and made my way through the halls that were full of wolves from the pack and to where my locker was. I did this all without anyone trying to engage me in a conversation or fight.

Good.

I threw my bag into my locker and grabbed my English book. My music played in my ears as I turned to slam my locker but felt a tap on my shoulder.

Gods...I had been so close.

I took my time to turn and made a show of pulling off my earphones before I popped my thought and smirked at the blond bitch in front of me, "Hello there Holly, terrorize any toddlers today?" I hummed at the werewolf while closing my locker and leaning against it.

Holly grinned, her prissy posse smirking as well, "Why are you wearing sunglasses indoors during winter?" She snapped at me. I rolled my eyes behind my aviators and popped my foot against the lockers.

"Why?" I asked and pulled my glasses up so she could see the blue hint in my brown eyes, she took a few steps backward in fear, "Because I was to Blow pop." I lean forward and bop my finger on her nose. She growls and swipes my hand away.

"You're an ugly bitch who's gonna burn in hell!" She remarked and her possy laughed nodding their heads in agreement.

I shook my head, "Who knows, maybe you will beat me there." I shrug and turn my back to her as I walk away.

I felt a pang in my heart, the harsh words, this fake facade, I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep up this icy shell. I couldn't show my true feelings or the wolves would eat me alive, I had to hide my brokenness, I had to hide my pain and lash out at others. But it was like melting ice, and sooner or later, there is going to be nothing left inside.

Then I'll truly be empty.

Maybe Holly was right, maybe I would burn in hell, after all, I have spent all this time stuck in ice.