The Werewolves' Queen

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Violet sighed. Dinner, dinner, dinner!

That's all he cared about. Well other than nearly killing her. And... some other stuff.

Violet bit her lower lip as she stirred the soup. Maybe if the werewolves didn't take over, she'd have a normal life. Maybe...

"IS IT DONE YET?" a voice boomed.

"Almost," Violet replied.

"BRING IT NOW!" the voice demanded.

Violet shrugged and took the half-cooked soup to him. The soup wasn't edible yet and would lead to a... let's just say a not so good situation.

He took had the whole thing, not caring that it wasn't edible... yet. And doubled over, before running to the bathroom.

Violet softly chuckled before cleaning the mess he made up. Well, a bit of peace, finally.

"WHAT DID YOU PUT IN IT?" he roared at her as she took the dishes in the sink to wash.

"Well, do you want to know all the ingredients - I could tell you but, would you like to know the recipe or only ingredients? If recipe, then it'd include the timings and-"

"SHUT UP!" he hissed.

Violet shrugged and mimicked zipping her lips.

"What did you put in it?" He sneered.

Violet pointed at her lips and shook her head.

"What's going on?" a voice chimed at the door.

Oh, great! Here comes Stephanie. 

"This bitch put something in my soup and tried to kill me!" Owen wailed to Stephanie like a 5-year-old child complaining.

Violet couldn't help but slightly laugh.

"AND SHE'S LAUGHING!" Owen wailed.

"What did you put in your father's soup?" Stephanie insisted.

"It was half cooked-"

"And why did you serve him half cooked soup?"

"He wanted it." Violet smiled innocently.

"COOK SOME MORE SOUP! STEPHANIE! TELL HER TO COOK ME SOUPPPPP!" Owen wailed again.

"GO!" Stephanie barked at Violet.

"Going, going, geez people, calm down." Violet said as she walked towards the kitchen.

Violet took her time and made a bit of chicken soup. Only a bit. Not more than 2 gulps and it'd be gone. She smiled. No one told her to cook a certain amount.

She took it in a cute small bowl to Owen. Owen finished it and started wailing while Stephanie tended to him.

"When I'm better, I'll kill you," Owen threatened Violet. 

"Fine, it's not like I care," Violet replied and went to her room.

Violet sighed as she entered her room. Another day passed as she went towards death. She just wanted to get over with it already. All these acting, all these days it's just not her. She sighed as she looked over to the balcony. 

There's no one to weep for her if she dies now. So why doesn't she? She didn't know the answer to that herself.

Violet sighed. Her real mother, Lia was killed when the werewolves took over. It was good that they didn't strip all of human's rights and identities, it's just that they ruled. They usually didn't touch any human unless there was a war or some kind of disrespect and... the list goes on. 

But that didn't bother Violet. What bothered her is the approaching ball. Also known as the "Mate Ball" it was held every year, in every country. Every man and woman under the age of 20 and above the age of 16 had to go. And Violet was 15, soon to be 16. She cursed softly. Why did she have to be 16 before the ball? Why not after?

Violet shook her head in a manner that indicated she gave up. It was unavoidable, after all. It was not like she couldn't go. 

She frowned and dragged herself away from the balcony and to her bed. She needed to go shopping tomorrow, and Owen would kill her if she bought anything costly but Stephanie would most likely dress her as a slut.

She shook her head again and told herself that she'd worry about that later. Tomorrow. It doesn't matter anyway. Not to her, it doesn't.

Violet pushed her head deeper into the pillow, trying to keep the tears from spilling as she thought about all that could have happened if werewolves didn't take over. 

The real monster wasn't her father: a drunk. Nor her stepmother, nor the bullies at school. They were the werewolves. If they didn't take over, her life would be different. If they didn't take Lia away, her father wouldn't be drunk all the time and hate her. Her father wouldn't feel the need to take his rage on Violet as he probably wouldn't have any. Violet reminded him of Lia so he needed to get rid of her. She understood. How long could you stand someone if they reminded you of the one you loved but got taken away by force from you, no matter how related you are to that person?

Thinking about all these, she fell asleep.