Can You Hear Me?

Just a dream

As the moon stared down at me, I ran through the woods, my paws hitting the ground hard. I could hear it. The sound of the leaves raking up behind me. The howls and growls in the distance. My own howl ripped through the night as I ran, desprately trying to get to the voice of the other howls. They were fading away quickly. I ran faster. I couldn't let the sound leave me. Not again.

The howls kept fading further away, despite my desperate effort to keep them. Eventually, the silence took over, suffocating everything in its path.

I heard nothing. I saw nothing for that matter. Everything was black. It wasn't until I opened my eyes that I realized I was back in reality.

The warm tears brimmed my eyes and I felt like dying. It was just a dream. My beautiful escape from reality was just a dream.

It couldn't be a dream. Please let it be real. I wiped away the unfallen tears just as my mom walked in and sat on my bed.

"Good morning" she signed. I smiled and signed "Morning." She returned the gesture. "Mom can you speak to me"​ I signed. She looked at me confused. "I am speaking to you honey" She signed. I shook my head. "I mean actually talk." I needed to know that my "dream" wasn't a dream.

She smiled, understanding why, and started moving her lips. Nothing. No sound came out. No noise could be heard by me. I felt deflated as my mom quit moving her lips and smiled sadly down at me. I felt like someone had been playing me making me hopeful through my dreams and then bursting my joy.

I really wanted to cry, but I wouldn't break down, not in front of mom. She'd be upset knowing that she was the one to rain on my parade even though I was the one to ask her.

My dad then walked into the room and used his hands to spell out the words on his mind as we all did. "morning honey. I heard talking. Can you hear?" He signed. I let out a single soft sob when I saw the word heard come off of his hands, but quickly shut up. I couldn't hear the sob of course, but I could feel it. Anyway, words like heard, hear and anything related were touchy subjects to me. If anyone even mouths the words, I get upset.

My dad must have noticed what he signed and replaced it with "Sorry sweetie." They both new what a torturous subject anything that had to do with noises detected by the ear was to me.

I looked at them both to show them it was okay. My mom's features were very unique, but stunning. She had beautiful black hair that reached down to her waste and a freckle-less face to be framed gorgeously by it. The way her naturally tanned skin contrasted perfectly with her bright green eyes, any man would want her. Luckily, she was my dad's mate or else guys would be all over her.

My dad was equally as handsome. Girls drool over him. He has medium brown hair, light skin, and the most gorgeous blue eyes I've ever seen. No I'm not falling for my dad, but some of the girls my age might.

I sighed. Im gonna get ready. I rushed to the bathroom. My closet was inside. My parents were pretty wealthy and if you haven't figured it out yet they are werewolves. They are the betas of our pack, the alpha's second hand. I am supposedly one to, but I can't shift yet.

When werewolves turn thirteen, they shift for the very first time. Or at least they're supposed to. Not me. My luck is very poor. I'm deaf, I haven't found my mate, and I am Five years late for my first shift.

Every werewolf's first shift happens on a full moon, usually on their birth month. They say your first shift is very painful and some die if they aren't prepared. I'm ready though.

I've been going outside during every full moon, waiting for the moon goddess to work her magic on me, but each time has come up as a disappointment. I have been hoping and praying that once I shift I will gain my hearing. That will knock two of my three problems in life off of the list. Then all I'll have to do is find my mate, which should be easier once those are gone and I won't have to worry about him rejecting me because of that.

As a werewolf, you have a "soulmate" if you will, who is supposedly paired with you by the moon goddess herself. They are supposed to love you, flaws and all, but thy don't have to. They can reject you, throw you away, basically.

That's what I'm afraid of. If my mate rejects me, I won't be able to live with myself. If I can't hear them, then what would they want with me? I'm useless and yet I'm supposed to be the future beta of the Moonraid pack. There are no other beta families and I don't have a brother. Damn it why did my life have to be so complicated.

I walked into the closet, since I take my showers at night, and threw on whatever I had. My blue shirt that said I love sign language​ in sign language hung loosely around my torso and my blue denim shorts hugged my hips nicely. I didn't bother to look in the mirror as I brushed my brown hair with natural black highlights, considering I don't wear any make up and that I could care less about what I look like.

My dad was waiting at the door as I galloped down the stairs. Not bothering with breakfast, I bolted out the door and into dad's shiny new Ford truck. My dad got in and started the ignition. I felt the vibration as we pulled out of the driveway. I watched the country side pull by as we headed for hel..... I mean school.