The wind blew my hair across my face, bringing the smell of smoke to my nose. I turned back, looking at my house now consumed with flames. My eyes filled with tears, but I refused to let them drop. Now was not the time to wallow in self pity, I had to get out of here before they realized I was still alive.
It has always been like this-we move from town to town, trying to settle down, but it never works out. Humans are too scared, too paranoid, too bloodthirsty. And yet, they call us the monsters?
I resumed walking again, following what was left of the pack. We're all just a band of misfits who came together since we had no one else left. And now we've lost six more thanks to the humans.
"Cora! Come on, we have to hurry!" Caleb yelled to me, his eyes full of concern. Caleb and I have been friends forever it seems like. He knows me better than I know myself and has always been there for me.
"I-I'm coming", I stutter. Come on Cora! Pull yourself together. I'm not usually like this. I need to be strong; they would have wanted me to be strong. But it's kinda hard to push the fact that your parents just died out of your mind.
Caleb looked back at me, making sure I actually was moving along. He let out a sigh and walked toward me.
"Here, let me carry you", he said.
"No, no really, I'm fine. I can walk by myself", I stammer, focusing on the ground. I hate weakness, especially when I'm the one being weak.
He ignored me and just lifted me up bridal style. "Sorry Cor, but a snail could outrun you right now".
I didn't say anything. I couldn't, it was just too much to take in. I snuggled into his chest and drifted off to a world where everything was right again. Where my parents were still alive and we didn't have to move every other month. But this is the price we pay for being what we are-werewolves.
