MELTING A WEREWOLF'S HEART

MY STORY

Hello guys....hahaha. My name is Elena. Nice name right? Let's be serious. My mother, Anabel is a single mother. She got pregnant and brought me up all on her own. Oh no no no..it's not magic. Of course she was impregnated.

My grandfather, King Eric was the ruler of the kingdom of Avel. He had two children from two different mothers. My mum and her older brother, Cane.

Cane was from another mother, mother Ann, the king's first wife. My grand mother was the second wife of the King.

They lived as a happy family, except that my uncle was more arrogant and proud. What do you expect? He is the crowned prince and soon to be the crowned king.

Since my grand mother died, my mum has been suffering from her brother's hands. Her step mum was a good one to her but her brother always could never stop to bully her whenever he got the chance.

My mum was devastated and always found the possible way to leave the palace whenever she got the chance. At least to get a new air outside the walls of the palace.

That was where the problem came in. She was very vulnerable and naive. Seeing how beautiful and elegant she dresses, guys were always drooling over her. They tried to take advantage of her innocence and nativity and that brought me to life.

My uncle did everything he could to send her out of the  palace when they found out she was pregnant. She was disowned and ripped off her birthright. Now she is just Anabel instead of princess Anabel.

My mum found shelter in the deepest part of the forest. She stayed very far away from the palace and the kingdom. She wanted to forget everything about them completely.

Now, we're all alone here....in our beautiful palace built with love and affection.

Huh.....I'm beginning to get emotional....anyways, that's all you should know for now about my mum. The story was supposed to be about me......... right?

So,  started growing into a young and beautiful lady. I never met anyone, I don't know anyone, never gone anywhere except into the woods with my mum. I was like.....the forest girl.

My mum told me many stories, taught me many things I know today. It was only me and her. No one else with us, and we were happy the way we are.

Sometimes, I use to wish to see people of my kind, mingle with them, play and have fun but then, whenever I think of that, my mum was always there to remove those thoughts from my head. She was my shield.

When I feel lonely, I go into the forest. I look at the birds as the fly, the butterflies as they display their warming color, the insects as they roam around.

Sometimes I try to talk to them. To let the things in my heart out.....but then I remember. They're just animals. They can't understand me. I just sigh. Who will understand me?