GODDESS LYSSA

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 2

Jasper's POV~~

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I don't remember my childhood clearly. But the one thing I memorized was my father shouting at my mom for cheating. Arguing that the child with mud spots was not his. I would hide behind the door, occasionally peeping to see if the fight was over or not.

"Shut up you slut. How could you do this to me? I gave you everything!" A man in his late twenties shouts at his wife.
"I never cheated on you. I love you with all my heart. I don't know how could we have a daughter with mud spots" The woman tries to reassure her obviously drunk husband, walking towards him cautiously but is soon thrown towards the ground harshly .

"I don't want to listen to your stupid lie. If you never cheated on me then how come we have that filthy girl in our house." The husbands says in a fit of rage as he proceeds to grab a fist full of his wife's hair banging her head repeatedly on the wooden floor causing her to lose consciousness.

Sometimes the quarrel was over within minutes, Sometimes it ended in a few hours and sometimes it ended with my mother abusing me with a belt. If I'm not wrong, I was about 6 years old then.

"You are the root of all my problems. I'm in this state because of you." A woman shouts while strangling a little girl who was enduring it with all her might.

"I'm so-sorry. I'm sorry mom." The little girl says between her hiccups. She tries to control her tears which were ready to fall any second. The woman spits at her daughter's face and throws her to the ground leaving her locked up in the closet.

All because of my freckles. No- because of my mud spots. All because of these stupid ugly mud spots. Even though these are something that is cherished by humans it is also something that the werewolves loathe.

These are considered as a sign of adultery. Any female werewolf who delivers an offspring with mud spots is considered to have slept with humans and is thus considered as a traitor to her race.

To protect my mother from these allegations, I was never allowed to leave the house. They would lock me in the closet if they ever had any visitors. I could hear them talking about their 'dead' daughter while collecting all the empathy.