The Mark Of The Enemy

Part one

Copyright  ChantelleFraser

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Looking down at my wedding dress, I smiled. "You look beautiful," spoke my father. I looked at him and smiled. "Thank you, Dad."

"It's okay, sweetie. Are you sure you want to marry him, though?" I looked at him, puzzled. My mother walked through the doors. "Darling, you look beautiful," she cried. "Don't cry, Mum," I laughed.

She brought me into a hug and cried. "I don't want you to get married to him; you don't know him." I struggled, and she let me go. "What are you talking about?" I hissed.

"Well, he's not a good man," spoke my father. "He's not what you are, or me and your mother." I looked at him. "What am I?" I spoke. "You're a werewolf. You haven't shown signs; you were meant to change at the age of 18, but you didn't." I laughed. "You're both very funny," I giggled.

I looked at myself in the mirror; my long, brown, curly hair was up in a loose bun, my grey eyes popping out. "I am going to marry him, Mum and Dad. I've been with him for three years," I said. He looked at me. "He is not right for you!" shouted my mother.

"I'm not going to deal with this," I said, walking out of the room and shutting the door behind me. I cleared my thoughts.

He's the right guy; he always has been. I smiled and walked down to my bridesmaids. "Hey girls, you ready?" I asked. They all looked at me with puzzled faces. "Are you sure you want to marry him? He's not one of us," Izzy said.

"What is everyone talking about? This is my wedding day, and it will happen," I spoke.

This is a bad idea, and you know it.

Something inside me whispered; my stomach started to turn.

Come on, Ellie, pull yourself together; this is meant to be our day. I whispered to myself.

I watched as my father walked toward me. Feeling uncomfortable, I played with my fingers. "I hope you're ready to give your soul and self away," he spoke angrily.

I watched as the doors opened and my bridesmaids walked down the aisle, hearing the music play.

Don't do it, please; he's not the one.

Argh, I'm going crazy, I thought to myself. Walking down the aisle, everyone watching me, I looked up at my husband-to-be.

A smile spread from ear to ear as he wiped a few tears from his face. I looked up at my father; he had a stubborn expression.

He gave me away to Colin; my hands intertwined. "You look beautiful," he said. I smiled. "Thank you."

Everything flowed past so fast; before I knew it, I was saying, "I do."

"You may kiss the bride," spoke the priest. He pulled me in close, and as our lips contacted, a feeling of rejection washed over me.

"Everyone, Mr. and Mrs. Silver Fern!" I giggled. I always thought that was a weird last name. I held his hand and walked down the aisle.

My eyes landed on my father as he was holding someone back. "I'll be back soon, Colin," I said, kissing his cheek. "Okay, Ellie." I rushed to my father.

"What are you doing, and who is he?" I looked at the handsome man standing in front of me—dark brown hair, green eyes. "Well, um, this is Mike," I smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Mike," I said, holding out my hand. He shook my hand; a tingle spread through my body. "Hello, Ellie, a pleasure to meet you," he replied. I blushed.

Mate.

Something whispered inside of me.

"Ellie," "I'm coming now, honey." I looked at the man and my father. "It was lovely meeting you, Mike. Bye, Father," I said, waving over my shoulder and walking to my handsome husband.