Cursed

Part 2

Five years passed

Scream!

Scream!

Scream!

"It hurts! P-p-please, help me, d-dad!" The latter came out as whisper, her eyes shut tight clutching to the sheets but they could not survive the claws, so they tore. Her breathing was fast, too fast even for a normal werewolf. She was not normal. She was a hybrid experiencing her first transition. Ophelia (in Gaia's body) rushed into the hut when she sensed something was wrong. Once she saw the state her daughter was in, tried reaching for her when Eliot held her wrist gripping so hard, it almost twisted

"Please Eliot! She is my daughter too, now. She is just five years experiencing her first transformation if I do not help she might die or she could hurt someone! Please! Just please let me help her!"

"Yes, like you said she is having a transformation just like any other wolf" Eliot spit annoyed at her attempt to get closer to 'his' daughter

"She is not any other 'normal' wolf. She is a hybrid. Her witch side will be triggered as well! If I do not help he..."

"Arrgghhh!!!.... dad please!" Hearing her scream again, he could not bear it so her let her wrist go

"Fine, fine help her!" She did not waste another second taking one more step towards 'her' daughter, he grabbed her hand again "...remember this means nothing! She will still hate you as I do!" She nodded once slowly

Freya's left hand still tore the poor sheets as her fair white skin slowly grew grey unkempt hair. With her fast reflexes, she let the sheets off and covered her ears trying to at least block the very many voices she heard "They keep shouting!" She whimpered biting her lower lip busting it open. Luckily she healed quickly

Her hands still at her ears, her eyes snapped open, bright golden yellow with a mix of green color in them, she sat up quickly looking at her parents, as her voice changed to more than a million people talking at once "I WILL.KILL.THEM.ALL!"

Ophelia scoffed bitterly, as Eliot looked at their daughter bewildered standing beside her as the thought that, that did not sound like her. Her daughter was just five years old and a sweet little thing

"You have got to kidding me" Ophelia mumbled in her foreign language that made their daughter pass out making Eliot gasp then turn to Ophelia rage fuming from him

"What the hell is wrong with you? Every time I trust you, you do this, you go behind my back and show me am an idiot for letting you help!" Eliot scolded rushing to their daughter again, held her up placing her on his laps, rubbing her temples, then took her hands, rubbing them too lovingly hoping his young baby girl will get better

"Am sorry, Eliot. It was necessary because I think I know the problem"

"Of course you do! You know everything! Witch!" He sneered then scoffed at her as his focus immediately went back to his daughter

She looked away nodding her head, her heart aching from him always treating her indifferently. Despite her being inside Gaia's body, he still despised her for those five years. She thought he would come around being they were true mates, but she thought wrong. He hated her and reminded her every single day, every single full moon, every single year

"The ancestors, my ancestors triggered her transformation and activated her wicca powers, hence the voices. They are commanding her to kill everyone who is not a witch. That has been a rule amongst my people. No wolves. They should all be dead!"

"So, your ancestors are turning my five-year-old child, into a killing machine. A monster!"

"Yes, pretty much!" Ophelia sighed walking closer to them squatted and voluntarily stroked 'her' daughter's cheek as a small smile donned her lips which made Eliot look at her, seeing the smile, he remembered his mate Gaia and the fact that whoever was before him was not her, just a mere mirage of the person who killed her, so he looked away his heart growing colder towards her. Something clicked in his mind looking at her with his hateful glare "Did you know this would happen when I asked for your help?"