The Moons Servant

The Beginning

Breath! 

Take a deep breath and count to ten. 

 Calm down. 

I hate being out in town, I mean it's okay, I don't so much hate being in town as it is the people standing around me. I'm standing in a bookstore waiting to buy the next book in a series I've been reading. There's a couple of people ahead of me. I can see a women arguing with the guy behind the register. Poor guy looks as if he was having a bad day like he was just trying to make it through till his shift ended I felt bad for him. The lady was now screaming for the manager demanding her money back. 

People like her is the exact reason why I don't like coming to town.  You know what I'm talking about, girls who know they're beautiful an take advantage of it then when that doesn't work they get angry. This is what's happening right now she's standing there twirling her dark brown hair smiling and giggling at the manager. Poor saps falling all over her not knowing once she gets what she wants she's going to leave him falling on his butt

"ma'am"......."ma'am"........"Hey, lady" ......

Knocked out of my haze I look over to the irritated guy.

"Look, Lady, I get off in thirty minutes just give me whatever it is you so desperately need to buy so I can ring it up." The guy grumpily says to me irritation clearly written all over his face. I look down at my book an quietly hand it to him embarrassed by my zoning out. The disgruntled guy snatches it out of my hand and in the process dropped it. Saddened by the way he mistreated the book, I lean down to pick it back up thinking to myself that this guy is not a people person and could do with a job change. Before I'm even able to lean fully over, an older gentlemen pick up the book and look at it.

"Through the Looking Glass...A classic" he said. I can't control myself as a shiver run down my spine. His voice is deep and gravely, a voice that seems to demand respect

"Ummm yeah" I whispered weakly.

He seems so familiar I just can't put words to it. 

I whisper "Thank You" as he heads to the door. I doubt he even heard me...no one ever does.

I turn an glare at the guy behind the register. The guy looked sorry but more as if he realized he had screwed up and didn't want to deal with two angry customers on the same day. 

"Twenty-two fifty" the guy stated with a deep sigh.  Twenty-two fifty! That's more than I had anticipated. Dang, I worked hard to get the little bit of money I had but it never seemed to be enough. I dug out the money from my pocket and started counting them all out.

"Well, at least you had the money" the guy gruffly takes the money and throws it in the drawer. "your receipts in the bag. NEXT!" He shoves the bag at me and moves on to the next customer. I take my bag and begin my long walk back home.

You know they say that home is where your heart is. Well for me it's with my Grandmother, been with her for almost my whole life. My Mother died when I was young and I never really met my Father. I used to ask her how come all the other little girls had daddy's but I didn't. She pulled me up in her lap and would tell me stories of the man who would come to her as a wolf in the night, who stole her heart and left her with the most precious gift of all...me.  Of course, as I got older, I think she was just telling me fairy tales to keep me from asking so much. But you know, ever since then I've always loved fairy tales and anything abnormal. I guess I do have her to thank for that. It's my way of remembering her.

---Kamail----

I watch her everyday.....I know its creepy (trust me I've been told) but how else am I suppose to let her live a normal life while protecting her as he wishes. I don't watch her at every point of the day,  just when she leaves home so she will always have her privacy. Seriously this is the worst part watching people disrespect her. I can't stand it and the way she clinches at the edges of the book in her hands shyly looking down at her feet it BS. I want to storm over and tell at her to quit letting people walk all over her stand up demand the respect you are owed. I feel my fist clinched as I watch the Sean unfold in front of me. The boy yanks the book from her hand the grip on the book causing it to topple to the floor.even standing clear across the room I can hear her heart race her blood pumping. She angry good but along with the anger I can also see sadness spread across her face. I just wanted to make it go away I wanted to see that beautiful smile once again. Before I knew it I was standing in front of her picking up the book. Looking down I noticed it was the classic fairy tale " Through The Looking Glass ".

"A classic "

 I notice the shiver run down her spin an how she shook it away. she looked so nervous mentally kicking my self.

"Ummm yeah " she whispered so low I doubt anyone else heard her. I couldn't handle it anymore she looked sounded even moved just like her. Quickly turning an storming out for the first time in twenty years I made contact with her. Right before the door slams, I hear a quite whispered "Thank You"

---Lillian---

As I walk through the front door...

"Lilly is that you."

 My grandma calls from the kitchen as I shuffle in through the Front door arms full of grocery id had picked up on my way home 

"Yes, gramma who else would it be no one else comes out this far from town," I say as I make my way into the kitchen somehow managing not to drop them all over the floor I slowly start to put stuff away as I lean in to put the milk in the fridge.

" Sweetpea don't worry about putting those away just yet. Listen I need to talk to you about your parents an I don't have much time left," she says as she continues to whisk the pot on the on the stove. Surprised I hit my head coming out.

Confused I walk over to her.

" Whats to tell Gramma mom died when I was 7 and I have a deadbeat ass father somewhere out in the world. Who by the way probably has 10 other kids he doesn't ."   

  ......before I could finish my sentence she whirled around an looks at me with a look I've never seen ...

" My child you are dumb to the world an don't know what you are talking about don't ever let me hear you talking like that again. Your father was a good man an amazing leader and an extraordinary wolf Alpha  one of the largest an strongest packs I've seen."

I walk up an touched her forehead

" gramma are you okay do you hear what you are saying."

" You should have changed by now  maybe keeping you here isolating you was a bad idea."
I watched as she paced the kitchen rubbing her forehead
"I don't understand why you haven't felt her. I can feel her right now in you her strength her power she's strong powerful. I don't understand."
"Gramma calm down what are you talking about who ..who do you feel...I don't understand you need to calm down." 
Before I could do anything she clenched her chest as pain rushed over her face I feel myself rushing over to her crying .....
"gramma gramma are you okay. What's happening please don't leave me stay please you're all I have left." tears streaming down my cheek begging her to just hold on while I call someone. As I start to get up to rush an call someone with the last of her strength she pulls on my hand.

"sweet pea you have so much more than you think....gasping for breath ...find your self you will find where you belong .....slowly her breathing swallowed...I'm dying I can feel my power slipping away. I love you sweet pea ill always be with you in here."

Her hand reaching up to where my heart is. Slowly her eyes closed her breathing stopped begging pleading her to stay with me even while on the phone with the paramedics, in the end, there was nothing I could do she was gone and I was Alone.....