Blood Moon

2:Lurking within

I glanced at my dad, hoping the right words would form on my lips, but they never did. I just stood there, unable to say a word.

Eventually, he just nodded in understanding and walked towards his office without another word to me. I don't know how long I stood there, but I still couldn't fathom what had just happened.

Firstly, my dad who hasn't spoken to me in nearly three years out of the blue becomes caring. I didn't know what to feel about it to be completely honest, although numb seemed to be the main feeling that was holding my heart and mind at the moment.

Secondly, the rogues that killed my mom, the people who we have been hiding from. The very people who forced us to leave who we truly are, know where we are, and it doesn't seem like they are going to play nice. For years, we didn't know why they targeted us all those years ago and why they still tried hunting us down. 

And thirdly, after all that has happened, I am strangely scared but excited all at the same time. Scared for the unknown and that my wolf after being suppressed for so long locked away in the cages of my mind was no longer there, what if she was never going to be there ever again? The pain that would fill me would be unreal if that were to be true. But excited to finally be who I was, no longer in hiding caged away by society I was free, and to say I wasn't happy about that I would be lying.

We never moved far from where the attacks happened, in fact most of the pack didn't move at all. My dad had decided that they, being the rouges that is, would instinctively believe that was our plan. Instead, we remained where we were only not ever shifting into our true forms, the reasoning was that the rouges and others of our kind would sense us, and we would be targets once more. 

The past three years, while my dad had been conversing with other packs, he made it appear we had moved towards the coastal areas. And no one asked any questions about it. When neighbouring packs wanted to visit, my dad had told them that he was too paranoid for them to visit, and eventually they stopped asking. No one blamed my father, of course losing his wife and others in that attack was tragic everyone believed he was doing what was best for his pack, like a true leader and alpha would do.

I went back to my car, grabbing my backpack and phone, locking it, and walked back to the house. Went upstairs to my bedroom, preparing myself for the mess that would be awaiting me. When I got there I saw the exact opposite my room that I left untidy this morning was clean. Bed made, curtains open, clothes put away, nothing seemed to be out of place or taken, although I did find my now cleaner room rather unsettling. I found myself actually wishing for a mess, this way I could have worked through the things that were touched. Now looking at my room nothing felt safe and mine any more, whoever did this whatever their reasoning they made sure to make it feel more personal, intimate even and that alone sent chills down my spine. Walking around my room, I found that there was an extra accessory set on my pillowcase, which seemed to be a letter. Dropping my bag at the foot of my bed, and putting my phone on my bedside table, I picked up the letter and sat on my bed.

I opened it up and in neat handwriting it said:

 
My dearest Clare

How I have missed your company. We must see each other soon, don't fret, I have everything sorted for you to come home to me. I'll take you away from your controlling father and into my carefree world.

Don't believe me? Well, you saw how I got into your house today my love, nothing can stop us from being together.

Lots of love
L❤