Hunted Shadows (Book 1) In Heavy Editing

The last One

   

   

"How do you like the place?" my adoptive father asked, my new mother by his side looking at him with love. I shrugged I haven't talked much for the last couple of years. The house was amazing with marble floors a high, domed ceiling, Mahogany walls, and it had a build similar to that of a mansion. My name is Marcella Varulv, the last name belongs to my adoptive family, and now me. Funny how it means werewolf, they're basically yelling to the world what they are. My adoptive family belongs to the shifter race, wolves to be exact? They haven't told me, and I doubt they ever will since it's a big no-no to tell us humans. I speak 7 languages, so either I'm right or they took the name without knowing the meaning. I don't think I want them to know that I know, not until I meet their alpha. I hope they're better than the last family at keeping me hidden. Last year I found out someone was trying to kill me when my parents found someone trying to break into my room in the middle of the night.

Another of my families were shifters as well, but they were tiger shifters. There is a shifter for every animal, that's how I know about them and what they are. So I knew what they were before they knew I was only human. There are ranks usually given by size and talents of the shifter. The highest rank of shifters are named Morphers. They are called this because they can take on any animal form, and can copy the talents of any other shifters.

"Let's go see your new room," my mother suggested after we had stood in, what I could only guess was, the living room. I followed her up the stairs, and down a long hall to a Maroon colored door. Walking in the sheer size of the room caught me off guard. The room looked it belonged in a castle,  from the size. There was a queen sized bed by the left wall, a walk in closet, A huge bay window on the back wall, a small desk in the far right corner, a flat screen TV on the wall to my left, a black rug with a maroon designing on it, and a connected bath room. I smiled, it felt good to smile, but I quickly frowned. I couldn't let anyone know how to hurt me.  My mother looked at me and frowned I cringed inwardly, knowing I had hurt her.

     "Honey why'd you stop smiling, don't you like it?" She questioned me, I nodded a yes and went to the walk in closet to find a whole bunch of clothes my size. I let myself relax a little before going into a military like stance, and putting my mental walls up, wolves can read minds. I learned that trusting people could get you killed, and especially in the pack of the Alpha that tried to kill me several years ago, I had to be careful. I knew to do what I needed to do I had to become someone else.

One of the reasons my old family got rid of me was because they were afraid of me, and someone was trying to kill me putting the pride in danger. I had become too strong and one of their best fighters. 'But I was only human' they had said, that I was weak, so they said I was to be adopted again to another family. I wasn't a pushover never was never will be, but I knew when to speak and what to say to keep me safe. I have white hair with a navy blue streak(yes it's natural), I was tall, had all the right curves in all the right places, I had black eyes with cobalt blue specks, and sun kissed skin.

I hadn't spoken in years, because I didn't want people to know who I was, or what I was capable of. If they knew they would kill me or just put me up for adoption again. Sometimes I wonder if I still have a voice. Before I went mute I was able to sing like an angel people would tell me, and when I went mute everyone seemed to get sad and depressed that I refused to talk or do much of anything. This is why I stayed in packs and clans for less than four months; they were all scarred, or loved me. I was told people would hate me, and to protect me I had to get away from them. I didn't understand then, but I do now. This Alpha found one of my families, and threatened to kill them if they didn't give me up. They laughed at him, and when he got mad, their members came out greatly outnumbering him. I have been kept safe ever since from this man, until now of course. They want to keep me from danger, but have unknowingly put me smack dab in it. My life was now in danger, and I would need to be very careful, and avoid the Alpha. If he remembers my face then I will surely die at his hands. Though he only saw a very young version of me.

My past parents were strict, but they all loved me. They still do, especially my last family, they were vampires. I talk to all of them sometimes, and I will go to World Meetings to see them. The World Meetings are a place where all supernatural go to get updated on other packs, prides etc. I go to see my families, and to keep tabs on certain groups. I'll have to sneak in again this year, because it's strictly shifter only and they make you partially shift to prove you are one of them. These were all thoughts going on in my head, as I looked around at the room. I never had a room this big, or luxurious, except for my last room that was twice this one's size. It was an actual castle, but I don't remember where it was located for security matters.