Everything isn't as it seems

The last one Part one

Her eyes opened, and the blurry things came into view. muffled sounds one gentle one more gruff."It's another girl!" Her dad roared loud enough for the whole caverns to hear him. A short male with soft brown eyes peeked his head in the room. "Alpha, it will happen." Just maybe not in your cycle. The caverns shook as another angry roar made rocks and places in the floor crack. Her Dad is one of the strongest magic werewolves left in the world. The ancient magic inside our blood came from our ancestors. Cursed to be moon hunters. By the Romanian Dark Sorcerer Peleti Sarishi Valkgasous. V is what everyone called him. They spit on the ground after saying the word. Even with the curse, we lived pretty normal lives, went to schools, and played sports. Everyone was close and knew each other. Then there was me and my sister. As I said before, my Dad was not happy when I was born. After the break on the floor. The day I was born, I am sure my mother also cursed the day. They brought me home. My sister looked at me with big beautiful eyes. They were a rich honey brown color. Her beautiful dark black curls dangled to her lower back. It was also this day her whole life changed. The door slammed as my Dad stormed into the house. " What does barren mean?!" You had two mutts. You can't be barren now!" He started to pace his face red veins pulsing he was about to turn. "Hun, we promised." My mom reached out her hand. He looked at her, my sister through some instinct, took me up in her arms, and ran. They say that day the caverns were rocked by the brutality of the way my father slaughtered my mother that day. He was then banished into the "human world to survive and hide." The world was a werewolf, no zone. It was banished into the realm. Of those empty soulless things. Some called them human. I called them monsters. A rare breed of destructive things with a severe prejudice against anything, not just like it. My sister and I were taken in by grandmama. She was a mystic wolf, the only viewer left of our ancestors. Viewers were wolves with a unique power. They can see either pieces of future, past or present. Then there is Hil Hilda or grandma who was a spirit soother. Able to help the spirits pass. She could harness a ghost control or even let them do things through her. She also saw the future. Now I know why she didn't she warn us about Father? Hilda was insane a dark witch, an outcast. Her breath would not even matter if she had opened her mouth. The first real emotion She felt was empty, hungry sadness. Dark eyes always filled with a rage, but this sad loneliness watched her. Hovering just above her bed. It would reach one ethereal hand out. Pet her head and vanish. Her grandma always would start humming a soft lolibye when the sad spirit would appear. The spirit would hum or moaning rasp? It was an unusual sound like a soft, forgotten unused voice. The soft sound of the spirit always lulled her into sleep. Her grandma waved her hands through the ghost. Her shrill yells and hoots. Echoed through the trees. The birds disturbed flew up into the sky. People shivered. Shut doors. Twenty years pass, and a young woman sits on her chubby legs fixed in a criss cross style of sitting. She wiped her head as the sun tried to bake her mocha
Colored skin. She grimaced as she rose up from the place she sat. Her elderly grandmother shuffled to her side, petting her cheeks singing. The elder woman humming stopped she gripped the young woman's shoulders. Pain fear scaredness ran through her eyes.
"Grandma?" The shadow that covered them both. Was dark. Turning around looking up, a man stood there on their property, a big smile on his face. He reached down a big, strong looking hand. The chubby girl just stared at his hand and helped herself up. His smile falthered for a second. "Hello beautiful, my name is Paul. " The chubby woman flushed and looked confused. She looked around as if lost. He arched an eyebrow. "What are you doing? The chubby woman humming smiled it struck him speechless. " Wonering whom you refer to, sir, there is only my grandma and me here. If I am honest, my grandma is a little old for you." First anger flared what was she hus thoughts stopped His loud laughter made the woman flinch. His mind relaxed. He took her soft pudgy hand. " To you beautiful. " He leaned down and just hovered his mouth above her hand. " May I?"Her hand trembling in his she nodded. He slowly placed his soft lips on her hand. Her already red face looked crimson now. He smirked and stood taller. Her mouth would not move. Her body trembled as he stared at her. "So beautiful. Do you live all alone out here?" She slowly started to pull her hand from his, but he caught it. His eyes looked at hers. "Whoa, now please. I need this for now." His dark blue eyes seemed to see every secret part of her. She frowned and looked back at him." Why?" He looked startled at the question, then chuckled kindly. "I don't know where to go lead me." Her knees almost buckled at this devastating, handsome guy needing her. Hilda puffed up her chest and stood tall. She stepped in front of her grandma daughter. Her eyes firce. Not again. you're supposed to be gone. You monster!" She spat at his feet. He jumped back a little, letting the soft hand go. The chubby girl started to panic. "Grandma!!" He bit his lip as he bled he smiled. " It's alright she doesn't know any better, does she?"