Prophecy of Two

1. Juliette Esmeralda Isabella D'Avila

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Chapter 1: Juliette D'Avila

I was 14 when it happened, it was quick and it was painless. They didn't love me anyway, but I never knew it would affect me this much. I stayed with my grandparents until I was sixteen. They died three months later, the same horrific way.

Car crash.

Only this time, my grandpa died right away. As for my grandma, she stayed in the hospital for two weeks because she fell into a coma. When they saw she didn't change a bit in condition they unhooked the support.

Okay, I did, but I didn't want to see her suffer anymore. She needed to be with my grandpa, they were soul mates. She would just get worse without him. Being a werewolf is not all glam and glory, there's certain things that can hurt you more than you'd ever think. Of course, I wouldn't know since I haven't met or lost my mate yet.

My family came from an alpha linage but none of my uncles would take the responsibility. Neither would I as I was too young. So we had to give it to the beta.  He didn't agree to it at first but then he realized that it was his duty to the pack. I needed to get far away from that pack and the memories.

It sucked being almost eighteen and not ever meeting my mate yet, you can first feel the mate bond when you're sixteen but mine was faint and not traceable. It was like he didn't even exist. It probably didn't help that I had online schooling, I was loud and boisterous before, but now, not so much. I am a shell of the person I was before.

I didn't have that huge loving family most people would have. I started out so happy, but lost most of myself after my grandparents passed. They meant so much to me and now they're gone.

I'm on medication for my insomnia. They sometimes hospitalize me so they monitor my eating, at least I get all my nutrition. After I left, none of that happened, the doctors were gone, my family was gone. The pack never existed again in my mind.

I shudder at the thought of the asylum. It's a place where the only time you have alone is the bathroom. It was horrid.

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'm pretty sure I want to do this," I always snapped at my nurses, they always made me feel as though I'm a five year old.

I was glad I got out of there, that place wasn't good for me. I wasn't nearly as crazy and helpless as my psycho aunt, June, made me seem. I was a lot more sane than she was, Miss "I Have Twenty Cats" is a reasonable amount of examples. Here I thought two cats were a lot. What kind of werewolf likes cats?

I had to get away, so I ran.

After I escaped my aunt's "care", I took up drumming and bass, the bass' low notes kept me calm, letting the low notes lull me. Just soothing. Whereas the drums let me release my anger with the world, the beat of the bass drum and drum sticks clashing with the metal of the cymbals was even more relaxing. It was probably from my Dad teaching me when I was about eleven that I got the passion for it. I didn't learn much, only a few songs. I decided to remember him like this and I would play his favorite bands like Rush, Tool, maybe even, Coldplay, or Train.

I remember I loved the song, Drops of Jupiter, he would play me the drum part and bought me a microphone, so I could sing along with the rhythm.

No, don't think about it. I scold myself, I don't want to go back on the depression medication. Taking the pills only let the memories come back in tidal waves. It was horrid, I was fine with my dose of Melatonin and my supplements, that's all I wanted, no more.

~*~*~

"You should go to public school," Doctor Heinlein said.

"You can think that all you want but I'm not going to some stupid school! It's not worth my time, so why should I go?"I snap back quickly. I've only done online classes, I will surely die there. Loud halls and strange, creepy kids, I've seen the high school movies, I refuse to go. I can barely ask for sauce at a restaurant and to have to stand among everyone at least eight times a day, no thank you.

"But going to school--" she starts before I interrupt.

"--you know what? Screw it, I'll go if that makes you get off my back!" I all but scream knowing my wolf and anger issues are taking over my senses. "I'm leaving, I have something better to do than sit around and listen to you."

I need to find a gym that does boxing events. Get back to being myself, that's what I'll do, add some changes-- none too dramatic but enough for me to be ready go to prison, also commonly referred to as public school.

First gym, then makeup and everything else, like clothes and hair. I head uptown since they have better gyms with less people. I pull into a big warehouse parking lot with "Joe's gym" spray painted on the side and head inside.

The man behind the desk takes a look at me, scanning my whole body quickly before asking, "What brings a pretty girl like you to this part of town? Better yet, my gym?" Probably confused as I wore spandex leggings and a loose cutoff shirt, exposing my sports bra and the sides of my stomach.

Scoffing, "Oh, you know, just looking for my dog. Have you seen a dog roaming around lately?"

"What kind of dog is it, pretty lady?" The man, who I assume is Joe, asked.

"Okay. Cut the shit, I want a membership to your gym. I hear yours is the best in town," I say, resting my hands on his desk in an intimidating way. Which was very unlikely something I could do, since I was one; a female, two; I'm only 5'4" and thirdly; I look like I can barely lift a sack of potatoes.

Looking slightly shocked and amused, he replies, "Well, then are you gonna fight or just train? You know what I'm gonna take a guess and say fight, am I right?"

I take a deep breath and roll my eyes before saying, "Woohoo! You're right, now hand me my form." My words couldn't sound anymore sarcastic if possible at this point.

Joe hands it over as quickly as he can manage. "I'll go get the managers," he mumbles quickly.

Usually, the manager gets first dibs on the fighter, but only if the fighter was for them. Most people avoid me because of my wildness but there's always that one crazy that wants me the most.

I filled out the form quickly with careless handwriting. When I look up I see that there were three guys and only one girl, the men basically we're identical; tall, muscled, and had dirty blonde hair. The woman is very different with curly dark brown hair, olive skin, and with a small frame.

Joe was there behind them, receiving the form out of my hands. "Ricky, here," he points to the left giant, "is going to go over your skills so we can determine what kind of manager you'd most likely need to challenge you."

I glance back over toward Ricky and notice the smug look he has on his face. I instantly want to wipe it off...