Discovery

Discovery - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Around a month later there was still tension and awkwardness around the house. I was

basically ignored by everyone apart my Lilia and Erik. My father tried to speak to me on

occasions but we were both still shocked. I just hadn't thought he would have forgotten

about me, course I realised he had probably had a family, but when you find out the truth,

you find out that the truth hurts, every time. Not only that I still hadn't told any of them that

I was a wolf, I didn't trust them enough. In truth I think I was scared of even more rejection.

I had heard bits of information but I wasn't entirely sure if they were talking about me in

general, me as a wolf or nothing to do with me or were they just normal people and had

nothing to do with my screwed up genetics.

I sat on my bed, all the windows open bringing in that fresh crisp air I just wish I could run

trough on four legs. But no such luck for me, for one thing my arm was still in a cast and

there was no way that I could shift shape with that thing still on my. I was sure it had healed

after three weeks, not that I could say anything; everyone would get suspicious when a

broken arm healed after three weeks. From what I can tell wolfs heal faster than humans

but not by much, like I said I wasn't a hundred percent that It had healed.

I breathed in the air listening to my IPOD, and carried on sketching, it was one of the only

ways I could relax. I paid an enormous amount to detail whenever I drew, I couldn't help it,

it was in my genes, and everything had to be perfect. I was so deep into concentration that I

hadn't heard or noticed that someone was in my room until he sat on the edge of my bed.

Normally even if I had my music on full blast I could hear any conversation or approach but

my task made the better of me. Looking up I spied Erik staring at me with his genuinely

happy smile.

"Hey" I said as I took out my earphones.

"Hey, I brought you some food, you haven't eaten anything today." His smile disappeared

being replaced by concern.

"I wasn't hungry."

"Well you need to look after yourself; seriously you'll get ill if you keep this up."

Had I mentioned I wasn't eating properly, well rarely at all, it wasn't a disorder or anything I

just wasn't hungry or I felt ill. That on top of the nightmares and sleepless nights, I probably

looked like a ghost.

"Okay, but you have to do something in return."

"That depends will it get me in trouble?"

"Nope" I said taking a bite out of the ham sandwich

"Will you take me in to town to get some clothes and some other stuff?"

"Sure, no problem when do you want to go?"

"Tomorrow."

"Thanks Erik" I said it with a smile but for some reason tears started filling my eyes.