Thirty Days: A Werewolf Romance

Prologue

Ellie

My grandparents were wise and generous people; they instilled in me the importance of working hard and staying determined. Grandmother was always urging me to strive for higher grades, since she could not attend school herself. She came from a family of wolves and in their pack, women were nothing but homemakers. They deemed it unnecessary for a woman to have anything more than the basic education on how to read and write.

When my grandmother met her mate. He was human, but she didn't love him any less. My grandmother devoted herself and was in love with him in every sense. Grandfather had happily accepted her for who she was. It was just a shame that the pack didn't welcome him. Pack members tormented mercilessly my grandparents because Grandmother stemmed from a family of Beta's, who were inferior to the Alpha, the primary figure of the group. My grandparents were outcastes in her pack. Even her parents did not spare them.

The male that was infatuated with my grandmother attacked my grandfather, and it was the last straw. They survived, but it cemented my grandmother's troubled mind and she packed their bags, deciding to live a life amongst the humans. They lived a simple life, but happiness radiated from them both, and the sounds of their children's laughter filled the home. Some of them were human, others were werewolves.

My father was unfortunately human. He was envious of his older brother, who inherited the wolf gene. He grew up to be bitter and cold. It wasn't until he met my mother that he loosened up. When I was born, my parents loved me at first. I remember my younger years being filled with love and affection. It wasn't until I hit my thirteenth birthday that things had changed.

On my thirteenth birthday, I felt my nerves heighten as I felt my body vibrate. A chill ran through my body as I convulsed in a cold sweat. I can still feel the hot sting of my father's icy glare and hear my mother's gasp as I writhed in pain. I pushed my legs into the back garden, surrounded by the sweet smell of flowers. I inhaled deeply their sickly sweet smell. Before I could register what was happening, I blacked out. Apart from the faint arguments between my parents, I couldn't recall much else.

"... what do you mean you come from a family of werewolves?!" my mother shouted.

"My grandmother and brother are both wolves. I was human. I never expected my daughter to turn into one of those monsters." My father spat out.

"...no no no. This can't be true. You do not know what you have done?" I could faintly hear my mother respond as I was dipping in and out of consciousness.

I heard my mother's voice echoing in my head as she uttered the last sentence. When I woke up, I saw my mother lying on the grass, the morning dew still on her clothes. I looked down upon her; the skin on her body that was once warm, glowing, was now pale, deathly cast. I whimpered when I saw her eyes shut. It was then that I realised the change. The whimper that escaped my mouth was nothing but a whine.

My father's face twisted with revulsion, and he stared down at me in shame as he stood hovering over my mother. I felt a deep, inner ache slowly build within me. "You killed your mother because you're a monster." He spat, his mouth contorted with hatred.

It wasn't before long that my grandmother turned up and I realised my hands were now pores, my skin covered in a thick layer of fur, my face resembled a wolf. Terror surged through my body and my chest tightened as I gazed upon my mother, motionless on the cold floor. My grandmother rushed towards me with a determined stride, her face unwavering and unafraid. I saw that there was the furrow of her brow, a clear sign of his concern. Her bony fingers stretched out to touch me, and I felt my paws move back in retreat. I didn't have control, and it was then that I fell.