Chronicles of the Wolves: Chasing Moonlight Book #1

Chapter Three: The Change

The plane shifted around and lowered itself slowly -my mother closed her eyes shut tightly and clawed her nails into the armrest; I distanced my arms from her in case her nails sunk into my flesh. I didn’t need physical pain; I had to much mental to deal with. The plane landed with a bounce when its front wheel kissed the ground and then managed to glide smoothly.

I gathered my carry-on’s and a nice gentleman gave my mother hers. We waited patiently in line watching as people slowly filed out. The terminal was packed with people hurrying around searching for their relatives and waiting to board planes. The air smelt clean with a slight smell of kerosene from the planes.

The minute my mother was in the terminal she was searching. Searching for the checkout counter. I didn’t want to get lost so I stayed close and eventually when she decided to move so did I. Her black hair tied in a bun moved up and down with every step she took. That black bun of hair was what made sure I didn’t get lost. My mother waited in a long line and I was tired so I sat on one of the comfortable, airport lounge chairs. 

I felt like crying again, I was home. I didn’t want to be home. I missed Ashdenine I wanted to go back. I hate Manticore, I hate that flight that brought me here, and you know what else I hate: pink sticky notes. It was that pink sticky note that told me to pack; it was that pink sticky note that told me I was moving…

A little girl was sitting next to me staring at me… like she could see right through me. She had sleep written all over her face. Her bright blue eyes gazed at me and her teddy bear’s arm was held by her small hand. The arm of the bear was the only thing she was holding… the rest of its body was being dragged on the floor.

‘purple eyes’ she said.

I looked at her and her eyes gazed at me with a sparkle in them. She noticed my eyes. Purple eyes. They weren’t bruised – no not a black eye- my pupils were purple. I knew they were. Everything was fine yesterday until I was told I was moving back to…Manticore.

I smiled at the girl and thought of how everything was perfect yesterday until I …changed…

I used to have soft, smooth, healthy, russet colour skin. Soft, brown, bouncy hair which is naturally wavy and goes to my hips. My hair compliments my face as I have a heart shaped face with high cheek bones, bright dazzling liquid brown eyes that shimmer and swirl around in the sun light. Long curvy eyelashes and perfectly shaped eyebrows. My lips are nice and plump with a cherry colour tint in them. I don’t make friends easily because I am very shy. Overall my life was simple but there was always something inside me that was desperate to burst out. I was different from my friends at least I taught it was, like I could hear something or smell something that my friends wouldn’t. There must be a logical explanation for it -maybe I just have good sense of smell and sound-

The only thing I remember from Manticore is all the stories but I knew they weren’t real. The only thing I had that belonged to Manticore was the bracelet that Henry gave me -the one with the silver wolf-

Ashdenine was different –everything was different; it’s so hot here compared to Manticore. It wasn’t as green as Manticore either. The people here were different, just living their own lives. Everything was quite, besides me. I was loud so were my friends Monique and Gabriella. My parents were barely around always working, but my mother was around a lot more than my dad was. My dad was always working on cases; a detective that protects and kills if he has too would be a better phrase to describe his job. My mum on the other hand was a teacher.

Life was great nothing can make it worse.

No one was home when I came back from school. It was silent. I walked around investigating every room but still no sign of life. It was just me and the furniture. I walked to the kitchen and reached out my hands to grab the bottom fridge door. I stopped in my tracks. A note. A pink sticky note.