Mine [Zarry]

Ten

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH. Though, don't worry, it's not Zayn or Harry. But I decided to let you know where it's described so if you wish, you can skip. I'll put a short note at the end so you can find out what was going on if you skipped. It'll start and end like that. In bold. Enjoy xx

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All the studying made Zayn's head hurt. He couldn't take more information, he needed to rest and analyze it on his own, without getting distracted with something else, something more.

He laid down on the couch in the hall and relaxed. His mind drifted off to his family and he could feel his chest tighten. He wondered how Safaa was. If she was happy. If she was content and safe..

Zayn was born in a very poor family. The town itself wasn't the best place to be born in either but he didn't really have a choice, did he? It was full of criminals, and not just typical criminals. Shapeshifters-criminals which made it all worse.

He was born a son for a shapeshifter father, Yaser, and a human mother, Patricia. The man used to be an alpha, a strong and very respected one. He had a loyal pack, too, which used to be respected as well. Especially that they fought the evil in the town. All of that changed when he fell in love with a human girl.

It was so stupid back then. If you couldn't find a shapeshifter woman to have your babies, you were nothing.

The whole pack turned their backs on Yaser and chose a completely new leader, behind his back, deciding the one with the heart full of love for a weak human being was weak himself. 

The pair ran away then and settled in a small village, moving into an abandoned house. And it was hard, of course it was. But people there were sweet and supportive, especially when Patricia firstly got pregnant. Through all her pregnancies, their neighbors helped as much as they could and Yaser was happy. All he cared for was his family.

There was one thing that worried Yaser though. It was his son, Zayn.

Why? Because he inherited Yaser's gift. Or curse. Looking at it now, it had to be a curse. He was able to change into an animal.

The little boy didn't show any signs of being different at first. He played with the kids in the neighborhood, went to the day care and acted normal. Yaser was hoping that their children would grow up as humans and would be spared from the curse.

But as soon as Zayn's eleventh birthday came, the boy snapped. And of course, it had to happen on his birthday party. All it took was a small, playful push from his friend to suddenly make him growl. It was a loud, animalistic growl that a human being could never make.

Yaser knew immediately what was going on. He quickly told his wife to play music while he took Zayn outside, to the backyard. It was wrong. He was too young to change.

"Son," Zayn remembered his father's voice clearly. It was full of love, worry and support. His face seemed sad, full of guilty. And back then the little boy didn't understand why, "You have to tell me how you feel," His hand gently rubbed Zayn's arm.

The small boy looked up at his father with big eyes. "I'm confused," he murmured, "I also.. I-.." he couldn't finish the sentence because the wind was knocked out of him.

Suddenly everything hurt. Especially along his spine, he had to curl up and so he fell to his knees, hugging himself as tears poured out of his eyes.

"Wh-Wha-What.." He struggled with his words, whimpering as his father watched him. Why wasn't he helping? Did he not realize in how much pain he was?

But Yaser knew he had to wait. Just that. The change was different for everyone. Some hurt a lot, like Zayn. Some went through it painlessly. If he could, he'd take at least half the pain, he hated to see his son hurt so much.