zoey wilkinson
I was a born werewolf, considering my dad was a werewolf even though my mom was a human. My parents loved me to death. I was an only child. My parents wanted me to be the happiest child ever. And I was. So happy and grateful. But until one day;
There was a fire, a horrible fire. I lost both my parents in one day because they were protecting me. We were visiting my moms family, the Hales. She grew up as a human not a single bit of werewolf in her. We chose to go on such a bad day. Of course we were happy to finally see the Hales again. But then hunters came. And then all I could see was red and orange. Both families were in the living room catching up when it happened. My dad died from the burns. He didn't heal because somehow wolfsbane was in his body at the time. Then my mother died because of taking in too much smoke. I was with my mom before she passed.
"Mommy!" I cried as I watched her fall to the ground. I quickly crawled to her from my hiding spot. I held her hands tightly.
"Baby get out of here! Daddy and I love you so so so much. Please be the happy girl that I know. I love you" she whispered before her eyes shutting meaning the end.
I ran out of that house not daring to look back. I ran and ran until I couldn't run anymore. I cried for days straight, hiding in the woods. That was until my grandmother found me curled up in a tree hole crying.
I was ten years old when this happened and its still hard to forget.
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