After around an hour of watching the scenery we pull up into a driveway. Lifting my head to look up at the large house in front of us, I feel my mouth involuntary drop open. It has the classic victorian era look while having the more modern devices. The slam of the door, drags my attention from the beautiful architecture in my vision. Climbing out of the car, I follow Tiffany up the white painted stairs up to the door. After unlocking the door she walks forward towards where I assume the kitchen is.
While passing a staircase, I start to smell the most mouth watering aroma that I have smelt in my life. The hypnotising combination of milky chocolate and faint campfire scent has me slowly itching towards it, wanting to discover the source of it.
“You know!” Tiffany yells, “I am in the kitchen right?”
“I know!” I yell back. Shaking my head slightly, I turn on my foot and go find Tiffany.
Finding her in the kitchen, I scan around the room. Pots and pans lined the off white walls in neat lines. Nothing sat on the benches except a large cooking book, currently sat open.
“I need to start making dinner,” she explains after noticing me looking at the book. “You can help, if you want.”
Nodding my head, I go over to the sink and wash my hands. Once completed, I walk over towards Tiffany,
“What do you want me to do?” I ask, wanting to start somewhere and be helpful.
“You can peel all of these potatoes,” she assigns “oh and can you please turn on the tv to the news chanel.”
“Sure,” I reply going over and turning on the tv and start peeling the multitudes of potatoes.
“BREAKING NEWS: Natasha Windsor, age 15, reported missing after a traumatising event. Friends and family are asking for any locals to help search for the girl and to return her home.”
Shit. At least I didn’t tell Tiffany my name.
“I feel sorry for that girl,” Tiffany’s voice flows. “Being alone out in the world.” She shakes her head slightly.
“Yeah I do to,” I reply, trying not to show the panic in my voice. I focus on peeling the potatoes and block what else is being said. As the pile of potatoes got higher, the amount of peels in front of me also gradually grows in size. Once Tiffany decides that she has enough potatoes, she faces her body towards me.
“So,” she says. “I am going to take a hit in the dark and guess that your name is Natasha Windsor?” Panic flashes across my eyes for a second, before I gain control of my emotions again.
“What makes you say that,” I reply, struggling to maintain my composure.
“Well,” she starts. “You just had panic flash through your eyes, you have been tugging subconsciously at your collar, your eyes are currently scanning for an escape, and you blocked out all noise as a form of shock. May I continue.” Shit.
“Fine,” I grit out. “My name is Natasha Windsor. I am the girl from tv, however I am not missing and I need a minute to process something that has happened to me and has gotten revealed to me.”
“What was revealed?” she asks tilting her head to the side like a puppy.
“That werewolves exist. And that I am one,” I say seriously. The bowl that she is holding drops to the ground in shock. “But I don’t believe them one bit. I am pretty sure that they are playing a prank, so I am playing one right back at them. Plus I needed space and air.”
“Oh, goddess,” she mumbles. “I really don’t want to be the one to tell you this but I will have to.” She takes a deep breath in and starts speaking.
“First things first,” she begins. “I am a werewolf and so are you.” I let in a shocked breath.
“Many creatures were created all in one night. One being humans. One being wolves,” she continues, “Due to this massive day of creation, mutations occurred. The genetics of a wolf were accidentally combined with the genetics of a human. This created the first mutation, a werewolf. In the beginning, werewolves were more savage. Lethal. Dangerous. That was before the moon goddess solved the problem by creating mates. For a werewolf a mate is all we crave for. Live for. A mate calms the beast inside and allows for the logical side of the human to be present when we shift. Without them, our wolves resort back to how they were in the beginning. Understand.”
“Yeah,” I say slowly nodding my head. “Have you met your mate yet?”
“No,” she replies while blushing. “Not yet.” I nod my head in understanding.
“So werewolves are real?” I ask. She nods her head in agreement. “And my friends aren’t playing a prank on me.” Another nod of the head. “And I have a mate. Somewhere out there.” I shake my hand around in the air.
“Potentially,” she answers. “How long have you been a wolf for?”
“I think about 12 hours,” I reply thinking. “Maybe a little longer. Why?”
“Oh,” she stops and thinks about an answer. “Just the first 24 hours can always be the hardest for your mate. They get a sensation that you just had your first shift and so they take part of your pain. However, if your mate is an alpha, they can take some of your emotions instead.”
“How do I know if my mate is an alpha?” I ask.
“You will know when you find him,” she replies. “Besides, it shouldn’t matter if your mate is an alpha or not, it just matters on their personality.”
“I agree,” I reply.
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The Powerful Wolf
Người sóiFrom a normal high school girl to a werewolf in seconds, Natasha finds herself running away from everything she knows. Throw in a mate and new powers she finds herself scared, confused and alone.
