Hear Me Through My Silence

Chapter One

Laughing. It's the craziest thing. A sort of bubbling, rumbling nosie that makes everyone around you want to smile. My mother had the best laugh, so cheerful and light. Like an angel's. And it makes me sad to know that I can't hear her laughing along with the rest of my family today. 

"Blow out the candles, birthday girl!" said Grandma Pat in her soothing voice.

It was me and my brothers 16th birthday, but as always, Xavier had insisted we celebrated my birthday first. And when my brother wants something, he gets it. 

I closed my eyes thinking of the perfect wish.... I knew what I wanted, but I also knew that this dream would never become a reality. So, I thought of the most average sixteen year old werewolf wish possible. To find my mate.

"Come on, we don't have all day Rosa!" I turned my head towards Xavier and smiled. He has always been like this, slightly annoying and with the biggest ego you can imagine, but he is still my brother. The best one a girl could ask for. Ok, maybe not all girls, but just me.

Me and Xavier are almost identicle. Well, besides the fact his features are more masculaine. Same amber hair, same green eyes, and same tanned skin. We look exactly alike, even though Xavier thinks he is sooooo much more attractive then me. But even though he has such a big ego (and is a tad overprotective) he has been the only one i have communicated with since, well, since that fateful day. 

We don't talk to each other, noooooo. I pride my self on my silence. Instead, we have created some sort of sign language, through hand gestures. He talks to me aloud, and I respond with hand gestures. Simple as that. He is the only one who can decifer these. 

Within second's of the candels going out, I felt strong hands grab my waist, lifting me out of the chair. 

"My turn." I heard Xavier wisper. I couldn't help but smack him on the side of his head.

"Oww!" He wined "Is that how you treat the birthday boy?" 

I rolled my eyes and pinced his cheek between my fingers, pulling the skin out. And gestured :

yes, it is.

He continued pouting but began to place the candles on his small cake. As his hand hovered in the air obove the lighter, the door to our living room flew open. Reveling our grandfathers strong figure.

"It's the pack wolves, were under attack!" he cried.

Well all stood up at the same time, because of our powers, different packs were always trying to get us to join up. But, we had never wavered under the pressure. Our family has been living like this for thoudands of years.

We all made out way towards the front door. Grandmother used her power to open the door while we were still several meters away, just to be safe. Because no body entered imediatly, Xavier went to check out the "zone" as he liked to say. 

We all followed, sure to be stelthy and agile. I steeped outside out the door frame and as we scanned the area, we were suprised to see there were no wolves. Not a single one.

I turned around to enter the house, but there, perced atop the roof, were hundreds of wolves. And then they lungened.

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Xavier's pic is on the right!