A Werewolf's Mate (Complete)

Mate (1)

There was a reason why eighteen-year old Pierce Evergreen was in her High School's archery club. 

Aside from the fact that her school did not have a gun club, and denied her petition to start one, it was the only legal way for her to get a weapon and learn how to use it.

Her main reason had her question her own sanity most of the time. 

It was not odd for a girl to watch all those horror movies with serial killers,  which had started it all. 

If she hadn't been so inmmersed with the whole drama and supense of slasher movies, she wouldn't have noticed the strange things happening next door. 

Not that they were that easy to spot. Her parent's house was very big. And she could only see her next-door neighboor's house from her bedroom window. 

She was sixteen when she started to notice how the light's on their house were always turned off at dusk during full moons. And nobody was in sight. 

Pierce let her imagination run wild, and imagined the couple that lived next door to be part of some witch-cult, and that at full moon they danced around naked killing virgins around a fire. 

Then she did notice naked human bodies walking just behind their house. Then naked bodies, maybe the same, walking back at dawn from the forest that surrounded their posh, upscale, rich neighboorhod in Vancouver. 

She consulted her family's enourmous collection of DVDs for every movie ever made involving werewolves. She took notes while spending her winter break watching those movies. And still the next full moon, despite the cold, her neighbors engaged in their bare-skin moonlight walks--in the snow. 

That alone comfirmed her suspicions. 

She had tried to talk to her mother about it. 

"Mom, that behaviour is not normal! I am telling you there is something wrong with them!" 

But her mother only patted her luciously long, red hair and dismissed her away to go help set the table.  "That honey, is so absurd!" The woman with the same copper tones on her hair as her daughter, with few wrinkles, who had taught her to never tell a lie did not believe her. She looked at Pierce with concern in her eyes all the time, and after a while so did her father. 

They bought her a state of the art bow when she asked for one, thinking that she had forgotten all about it. Even set a shooting range in the corner of their huge back yard. 

Of course she had not forgotten about it. 

Specially after that summer's Solstice when peeking from her bedroom window at the sky, unable to concieve sleep, she saw other shapes come towards the usual naked ones. She saw how one moment they resambled humans, and the next they reseambled the Alaskan Malamute her older brother had begged their parent's to get for Christmas. 

"I want to go out running with him! And play in the snow! Please Mom! That is the only thing I ask for before I got to Law School, before I am unreachable back in New York." He cleverly played the I-wont-be-home-soon card to get what he wanted. "You said in our old home in New York that if I move here I would get a puppy!" He was almost throwing a temper tantrum. At twenty-two. And the puppy was promised when Pierce was ten and he was fifteen.

"You got a younger baby-brother. You will get to play with him like that soon." Was their parent's response. "We can't have animals in the house with a baby right now."

Charlie was their six-month-old brother, who was born when Pierce was seveenteen.

"What if Charlie is like...." He started to complain. 

"If he is like what?" His mother interrupted him with a deathly glare.

"Never mind. Whatever..."

It did not seem like whatever right now. With people turning into furry dogs. 

Once again she went to her parents, who believed she had a wild imagination and had taken too much Tylenol last night, when she had complained of a sore troat and a head ache.

"You just took too much medicine, sweetpea. You were probably half-asleep and dreaming." His father had reassured her. 

Her mother answered the same thing. 

She was alone. Not even her friends had believed her. Mina and Rosalie knew their friend had a wild imagination. 

There was a reason she was in both her film and art clubs at school.

The furry incident brought Pierce to where she was now, hiding under her window, with her trusty bow and arrow, at eighteen, in a warm summer night making sure her wild neighbors didn't rip her family apart in their sleep.

She had noticed the glances, from her neighbors and some of the people in town. They knew she was unto them.

Pierce figured they had to know, or suspect, that she knew all about them. Or at least the people next door. The forced conversations she had with them when she had to take out the garbage to the curve, people didn't smile that much. Not normal ones. Nor did they ask about her plans next weekend, full moon's weekend. And only about them later, again on the next full moon.

Suspicious much? 

So, she had to take watch all night.

The house was so silent, it was not normal. 

In a house with a one year oldish baby, it was not normal. 

A house that currently held herself, her parents, Charlie, her engaged sister Emma, Emma's twin Adrian, Harrison who was home from college, Eliza and her small family, and Mason who did not get a dog before he left for Law School in Columbia that summer.

It was too quiet. Eiree. Not normal.

She heard a sound, then a child's laugh. 

Little Charlie was up. 

Something falling off and breaking.

Pierce waited for her mother to go see what was going on. She was waiting for the unmistakable footsteps of the woman who had surprised everyone by conceiving a child at forty five, unplanned.

It sounded like Charles Silas Evergreen was wobbling about his room.

It also sounded like Pierce was going to have to go attend to him, since her mother wouldn't.

The girl tip-toed to her brother's room, half-way to the other side of the house. The door creaked when she opened it.

Her brother was playing with his building blocks in the middle of the rooom. He looked back at her with that cute baby-grin of his. The one that showed his dimples and his shaggy blond hair falling over his blue eyes. The window let in a ray of moonlight that was itching its way towards Charlie. 

He let out a squeal. 

The next things Pierce could never, ever forget. 

There had to be something wrong with a baby if it started sprouting fur, even more so if the baby started to change his chubby little hands into paws, or started growing a snout, or his eyes changed color to yellow, then gold, then bronze, then a stormy gray-blue.

Charlie-puppy started to grow a tail out of his diper, then wriggled out of his onesie through the head once he became a smaller version of the puppy Mason had wanted to get; yelping and sticking his tongue out he made his way to his sister, who was paralized, crumbled on the floor, shaking.

He jumped into her lap and started licking her hands, making his way to her face. 

She didn't realize she was crying until Charlie started licking the tears off her face.

What you all think!!!! This is sort of like an introduction to the new world of werewolves, compleatly different than the world of Vampires I created before.

PS I need a cover. And the cute little animal on it are going to be Pierce's pets.

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