The Cold She-wolf

Chapter One Hundred Three: Gwyneira

   <Dear Fairy Godmother, it's me again, Gwyneira. It's another day as you must know. Today, my baby brother is turning one and everyone is excited. I'm not though. I don't think I'll attend the party and I'm pretty sure no one will notice, after all, I'm invisible. Well, I have to start from somewhere, right? Well, goodbye, for now, Fairy Godmother. I'll write to you tomorrow.> She looked at the words written on the piece of paper with a proud smile. She knew she was getting better at writing and soon, she'll be able to catch up to her sister.

   Gwyneira smiled and stood up from her bed. She folded the paper and kept it in the front pocket of her mini dungaree and carefully wore her sneakers. She recited a rhyme as she tied the lace into a beautiful ribbon and then looked at her feet with pride. Tying perfect knots was the only thing she could do better. She wiggled her toes in her sneakers before bouncing to the door. She opened the door, walked out, and gingerly closed the door.

   Gwyn continued to bounce along the hallway, her bunches swooshing as she walked. The maidservants kept going to and fro and she knew it was for the celebration of her brother's birthday, the future alpha of the pack. Usually, she'd be extremely sad, but today, she decided to be happy for him.

   However, the moment she walked into the living room, she lost the will to be happy. Gwyn's smile dropped and she held onto the door frame, biting her bottom lip. Her younger twin sister stood in the center of the room, reciting something. Knowing her sister, she knew she wrote that and was showing her father her new achievement. Gwyn felt sad and disappointed that while she was happy she could write and spell well now, her sister was already writing a whole book and she knew her father would have that published just so he could show off.

   It has always been like that. For as long as Gwyn could remember which dates back to when she was six months old, everyone had always favored her sister over her. Gwyn had always been aware of her surroundings at a young age and was smarter than she gave herself credit for. Because of that, she learned to stop crying and acted less like a baby at a young age but still, her parents focused more on her younger sibling.

   At first, it was because her sister, Blanche, was a sick child. Everyone was always worried about her, leaving Gwyn left out. Of course, her parents didn't have a clue that their young baby was aware of her surroundings. If they knew, they would have paid more attention to her. Even with her weak body, Blanche was intelligent and was always ahead of her peers. She started reading and writing quicker than her sister. She was also viewed as a prodigy and when she turned three, her black hair turned white and she was confirmed to be her mother's successor. With her new powers, her weak body was strengthened, giving her opportunities to achieve more.

   Gwyn, on the other hand, grew at the pace of a regular child despite her excellent memory. And unlike her sister, cousins, and friend, she had no powers. Due to the fact that she had no powers and healed at the pace of a human, she was always getting hurt when she played with them so they started excluding her from everything until she was left with the choice to be alone.

   Gwyneira didn't hate her sister but she disliked her weakness and slowly grew cold towards everyone. She wished she had her mother's white hair and icy blue eyes, or the creamy skin. But she didn't. She didn't even have her father's golden hair or his green eyes. Her sister resembled her father and had his green eyes which turned blue any time she used her powers. Since her father was her mother's favorite person in the world, the mini version of him became her favorite too, just like her brothers. Even the little ones had their mother's white hair.

   Gwyn looked like neither of her parents. She had luscious black hair and violet eyes, just like her paternal grandmother. That was the genesis of her problem. She was the replica of her father's mother, the woman her father and his sisters hated most. Even her paternal grandparents despised the woman who almost ruined their lives. That, on its own, was why her father didn't show much concern about her. Her mother loved her, she knew that, but her mother wasn't a person who showed much affection to people other than her father, her uncles, and her friends. Blanche was lucky to get more attention than she did.