As I helped Brendan pack, I couldn't help but think about the last time we packed, it was ten years ago but the day still haunts me up until today.
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I was sitting in my room playing with a fellow mate, when all of a sudden my brother Brendan came rushing in with a suitcase in his hand, he was only nine at the time I was seven. He shouted at me to get packed and i immediately listened knowing that when he spoke I had to listen for he was my brother and usually had good reason to tell me what to do. I scurried to my closet and grabbed the first clothes that my tiny hands touched, I was done in minutes with my packing. Brendan came in and zipped it shut and dragged it out along with his, with me quietly following in his footsteps.
My mom came and stood in front of me crying, telling us how she loved us and wouldn't want us to have the same life she had, she whispered something the Bren and he simply nodded, he grabbed ahold of my hand and with both suitcases in one hand, lead me away from our house in canada and away from our loving parents into a world I have never known before. I saw a fight brake out in my house just as i exited and heard wolves howl. I turned back and saw people shooting the wolves, my heard broke for the poor animals, but my brother tugged my hand and made me keep on walking.
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As I walk over to close Brendan's bag, I sighed and wondered how long he will be gone, it wasnt the first time he went away, but this time it was personal, you see Orion, Brendans best friend, has been taken by hunters, vile things, and has been keeping his captured and trapped for about two weeks. Knowing Brendan like I do, he has waited long enough and was set on finding him and rescuing him. Even though I don't know Orion at all, or even know how he looks, I know that if he was Brendan's friend, or in this case best friend, he must be something real good.
Brendan stood in front of me and I gave him a big hug. He hugged me backed. I looked into his sparkling blue eyes I couldn't help but feel sad, my transformation was in two weeks and i kept wondering if I was ready and if he would be here in time to help me.
I guess I got so lost in the memories and thinking about what is going to happen I completely forgot to tell you who and what we are.
My name is Scarlet and I am 17 years old, my brother Brendan is 19 and on his way to deal with some hunters who took his friend captive, like I already said Orion. And not to forget anything else, I just have to say that we are both werewolves, shapeshifters. Whatever you want to call it. Anyway, my transformation into a solve is going to happen in two weeks when i turn 18. I am nervous and excited about it. But enough of that. And i think I have to add that our parents also died ten years ago when the hunters attacked our house.
For as long as I have known, Bren and I have been together since that awful day ten years ago. We looked out for each other and to see him, walk out of the front door was hard, knowing I had to go to school the rest if the year was a pain and not knowing I could go with was worse.
"Bye Scarlet." My brother said and kissed my cheek. I looked p at him with tears in my eyes and smiled.
"Bye Bren, hope to see you soon." I said and watched as he walked to his car, climb in and drive off.
I walked into the house and switch off the lights as i headed for my room, I could feel tears coming, but knowing Bren will eventually come back made me feel better. As I entered my room I plopped down on my bed and cried myself to sleep thinking of what Bren might be doing.
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I think it was about time to write a new book, and with help of a good friend, we came up wwith one.
Like she said, she is the brain and i am the hands.
In other words, she helps to think up the story and I write it ..
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Werewolfnames Scarlet. im a werewolf in a small town. my brother is away on a rescue mission to find his friend. my 16th birthday is around the corner and i have to have someone to help me through it. one day I stumbled upon a raven in my house, with a brok...