Wolfsbane

1. I get body slammed by a male model

I really hate funerals. I sat on the crumbling bench in the back garden with my knees pulled up to my chest. The garden was alight with fairy lights which sparkled like gold against the dusk.  Chatter filled the air and the faint sounds of a violin flooded the distance. With every footstep I felt myself involuntarily flinch, i felt too vulnerable. I didn't want to be here, no one could understand the pain I felt. It was a wound far to fresh.
No one had tried to talk to me, not words of comfort. A small part of me wanted someone to tell me everything was going to be okay, but deep down I knew it wouldn't be. Mom was gone. No more chocolate chip cookies or inside jokes. No more magic, I had no more ties. For once I had nothing to loose. My mothers death had marked my freedom. I wasn't property anymore. I was a person, and for the first time in my life I understood that I was my own responsibility.
It was just too much to take in at once. I stretched my arms out like a cat. The entire day had been so exhausting. All the packs in the area had gathered out of respect for my mother, even a couple of witches showed up to my surprise. They didn't look like the most devout witches though. The devout ones wouldn't speak to my mother, after all, she married a werewolf. Things like that just weren't supposed to happen.
I didn't want them here, they weren't here for my mother they were here for me. I was a walking freak show, I shouldn't have existed. I traced a pattern on my skin, I was too cold. I shouldn't have been this cold, should I? It all didn't make sense to me, it was like a blur. I found myself standing, staring around the packed garden with my dress crunched up in my hands. I had to get out of here, I was sick of the charade. I ran forward the crowd parted, they were right too one touch from me could send them into unspeakable pain. I was untouchable and so alone.

"Where are you going?" Mitchell, my brother. He had me by the back of my dress.

"Let me go Mitch" the words that came out of my mouth were calm, I didn't sound like myself.

I wanted to scream to tell Mitchell how I really felt, moms death got to me. I wanted to break things, throw things. I wanted to punch something, I wanted someone else to feel my pain. I tried to move forward but it was no use, I was weaker than most wolves, that and a lack of any physical training made me almost useless.

Mitchell leaned in close to my ear, careful not to touch my skin.

"Listen Melody moms death was hard on all of us-"

"You don't understand" I said coldly.

He unwrapped his fingers from the cotton of my dress. He scanned me with his calculator glare.

"Don't do anything stupid Mel"

I walked off into the house opening the glass paneled doors. The cool air of the kitchen surrounded me engulfing me in the cool atmosphere of the room. I wiped my shoes on the doormat and looked up to see everyone in the room looking at me. I felt like a zoo animal.

"Is that her" I heard someone whisper

I stood like a deer in the headlights. I didn't know how to respond. I stifled a quick nod and pushed past the crowd running up the stairs to my room slamming the door and throwing myself on my bed. My body shook silently over the sheets. I rode and stood before the mirror lifting my dress slightly and shifting my body so I had a partial view of my back. I could see the purple flowery patter of wolfsbane which travelled up my spine. It looked as if it were real, like it was growing from my skin like a tree. I'd had it ever since I was born and its governed my life ever since. Mom tried to keep me from what I am but it didn't work, she always blamed herself for it, she'd never stop blaming herself.
I am the wolfs bane. I'm the wolf who hurts others. My touch can scar and bring pain to any wolf. It's always been like this. Before my mother met my father she was an extremely well known witch, she was bright, extremely bright. Then she met my dad and a year later my brother Mitchell was on the way. The coven didn't support the marriage, they berated my mother for it and when they found out that mom was pregnant that was the last straw. They cursed my mother, the werewolf child she carried would bear the pain of a thousand wolves. However it didn't quite work like the coven wanted it too. My mother was a bright woman, she was able to deflect the curse until Mitchell was born, saving him from it. She thought it was gone. Then she fell pregnant with me and she knew deep down that she'd failed, and when her only daughter was born with a wolfsbane plant marking on her back she wept.
We had no pack nothing, no coven, no extended family. We were alone. When I turned one the first threat on my life happened. Many knew and they weren't happy. Since I was 2 years old I've had to move from place to place trying to be safe somehow.