The Kingdom of Wolves

Chapter 9

Turns out, Lena's got a pretty interesting family.

"When I was little, I didn't realize that magic was anything out of the ordinary. My dad had done it. So had my grandfather - my dad's dad. My grandmother - my dad's mom - was some kind of witch. A regular day in my house would involve my silverware being charmed to dance when I sat down to eat breakfast, the dishes cleaning themselves, things like that. Sometimes, my siblings and I would convince him to make us fly. It was the most wonderful sensation," She sighed, her eyes showing that she had gone somewhere far off. She quickly blinked, bringing herself back.

"I got bit when I was 10, so I've been a lycanthrope for about 5 years. My parents both took it hard, harder than I did, even though I was the one bleeding out from the bite, the one that would have to become a beast every full moon for the rest of my life," Her voice had turned hard, almost bitter, but not quite. "My father tried to contain my changing, even brought out my grandfather for help, but it didn't work. Nothing worked. My grandmother gave me all kinds of weird potions to try to cure me, but of course, nothing worked. When I was twelve - " She broke off, her voice cracking. "When I was twelve, my dad took me on a camping trip deep into the woods. When I went to sleep, he took off with most of the supplies. He left me with a sandwich, a flashlight, and a note that said that they were sorry, but they couldn't live with a werewolf," She finished with a sob. She took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself, but before I knew it, she was full-on crying.

Syl and I exchanged a surprised glance. I had only needed to know that her father and grandfather had mastered the Mage's Tricks. She had poured out her whole heart and soul to us. I guess sometimes it just felt good to get stuff off your chest. Made it feel less like you were carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Syl went up to her and pulled her into a tight embrace. She turned around and sobbed into his chest. I guessed by the expression on his face that she hadn't told him some of that, if not all of it. Maybe they weren't as close as I thought.

I opened my mouth to say something, but the look Syl gave me made me think better of it. If I started talking rebellion stuff, he was probably going to kill me. Instead, I just stood there. We all just stood there while Lena cried. It probably feels good to cry like that, I thought to myself. Not that I would know.

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Hi! Sorry that this chapter is so short!  I feel like they just keep getting shorter. :(  Oh well.  Happy 4th of July if you live in America and happy random Monday if you don't!  Either way I hope you have a great day.  I'm already working on the next chapter so maybe it'll be up sooner.  Or maybe it'll be longer.  I don't really know yet!

Small side note: Yes, I did enter the Wattys! I don't know if you noticed or not that I added the tag to my book, but I did.  I figured I don't have anything to lose, so why not?

Thanks for reading!

Ravenclaw567