The Forgotten Werewolf Princess

One

My eyes are closed as I listen to the bristles of the brush glide through my hair and the faint chime of my aunt's voice hum.

"My when shall we cut your hair, Amara? It is getting quite long dear."

I open my eyes to decline her offer, "Aunt Cari I plan not to cut my hair anytime soon." My hand automatically strokes my dark black hair as I imagine it being gone. "Oh child, your hair might as well grow past your ankles," she chuckles.

"I am going to the store to pick up some ingredients I'll-"

"I can go! I want to pick up a book on the way home anyway," I offer while standing up.

She nods with a smile and finds a piece of paper to write the ingredients down. I'm pretty sure it's stuff for dinner and spells. My aunt Carina or as I like to call her "Cari" is a witch. I am her apprentice which makes me a witch in training. However, I haven't mastered the art of magic yet. She tells me it will come someday, but sometimes there is a hint of uneasiness in her voice. It makes me think that she may be lying. Whatever, I am happy how things are right now. I don't have any friends except the little nymphs and gargoyles. I am homeschooled and well it's just me and my aunt living on the outskirts of the big city practicing magic.

"Here you go, darling." She hands me the paper. I start to put on a coat and boots. Before I can walk out the door, my aunt gives me the same reminder every time I go out alone.

"Amara remember to be home before seven o'clock. If you see anyone suspicious run away as soon as possible and -"

"Never get involved in a dangerous situation, I know, I know. Don't worry I'll be fine," I finish off and wave her goodbye. She gives me one last smile and I head out the door.

I don't have my driver's license yet so I just walk everywhere and anywhere I go. It sucks sometimes, but it can be relaxing. I can hear the sound of the wind moving through the trees, birds chirping, and cars driving. Ever since I was a child my senses have always been heightened, especially my hearing. Aunt Cari tells me that it is a special gift I have.

I will be forever grateful for my Aunt, for she has raised me as a baby. She told me that my parents died in a car accident and since day one she has been there for me.

The lights of the grocery store illuminate outside and I walk through the automatic doors. I take out my phone to look at the time and it's five o'clock. I should make it back on time once I retrieve all the ingredients and go to the bookstore.

As I finish collecting what was written on the paper I walk over to the cash register. In front of me is a petite old lady with red hair and green eyes. She kind of looks like Aunt Cari, but in an older version. An apple fell out of her basket and I bent down to pick it up for her.

"Oh thank you, deary," her voice croaks and turns back around for her turn to check out.

I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck perk up and chills run down my spine. The old lady gave me the creeps.

I finally leave the store and make my way to the bookstore. I really wanted to buy this new book that came out. It was about a princess who lost all she loved and everything was taken from her, yet she never gave up and fought to take back what was once hers. It may sound cliche, but I love stories like that. Especially if there is romance in there too.

"STOP I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING PLEASE SPARE ME MY LIFE!"

My heart started to beat faster at the scream that came from a nearby alley. I take out my phone to look at the time again and it's about six o'clock. The only thing that came to my mind was that I needed to get out of here.

I never moved my feet this fast in my life. What in the world was happening? Was someone getting mobbed? It wasn't my business and I know I shouldn't get involved in it.

"MISS PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE!"

The gut in my stomach dropped and I turned to see a man holding a knife against another man's throat. My intuition was to walk away but in my head, I wanted to help this poor man.

"How is this weak girl going to save your helpless ass? It was your fault you ran away from the pack or the kingdom itself to this shitty human world. You might as well die."

I had no idea what they were talking about. They could be from gangs or a foreign country.

"The kingdom became hell and the only way to get out of there was to leave!"

"The only way you'll see hell is once I kill you." The man with the knife pushes the knife against the other man's throat and blood started to drip.

I needed to do something quick and so I looked around for anything to throw at him. I spotted a brick on the ground and forcefully threw it at the man's head.

"You shouldn't have done that sweetheart."

The words my Aunt always told me popped into my head and in times like this, I wish I took it seriously.

The man dropped the other guy on the ground and started walking towards me. Before I could run away, he already had his hands wrapped around my neck and started choking me against a wall. My breath hitched as his grip tightened and I tried prying his hand off with my own hands.

He was smiling and it was disgusting to think he was enjoying this. I looked to see if the man on the ground could help me, but he was out cold. My vision was becoming fuzzy and blurry. I could not breathe, I felt my feet dangling as the man held me high above the ground. This is not how I was going to die, not like this.

"You poor thing didn't anyone tell you to stay away from strangers?"

I looked at him in the eyes and kicked him in his precious treasure. He let go of my neck and I dropped to the ground gasping for air.

"You bitch!" He spat as he held his crotch.

Something glistened on the ground near me and I could tell that it was the knife he previously had. As the man rolled around on the ground I quickly grabbed it and held it in my hand.

He looked at me, "You wouldn't kill me. You don't have the guts to do it!"

My ears started to ring and all I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat. I could feel my hands shaking. I could call the police right now, but I don't think I would have enough time to keep this man down. I only had one choice.

To kill him.

"Oh, darling! Are you just gonna stand there and wait for me to kill you?" He said as he laughed hysterically. "Let's make a deal, you give me the knife and I spare your life. However, I still kill the guy over there. OR you keep the knife and kill me. But you will pay a price for it. So what's it going to be?"

I walk over to him as he laid on the ground. "Go to hell."

Everything happened in slow motion and all I saw was the knife pierced right through the man's heart. Blood started to trickle on my hand and I felt tears run down my cheeks. I just killed someone.

I picked myself up and ran home. I didn't want anyone to see me here at this crime scene. My body was numb from head to toe. I couldn't think straight and when I looked at my hands all I could see was red.

As I ran into the house Aunt Cari was sitting at the dining table. The look on her face was in distraught as she saw me. I dropped the knife to the ground and tried to form words to say to her.

"Amara, what happened? What did you do?" She yelled.

The words in my mouth wouldn't come out and once it did it was not clear because of my crying.

"I-I killed someone"

But for Aunt Cari it was clear enough for her to panic.