San Diego, CA June 2019
Mission Beach 3:00 PM
The sand was gritty but soft at the same time, and warmer than expected. The waves made this beautiful sound, one I would always appreciate. I felt the wind on my skin, it was windy today, but it was soft and didn't hurt. I opened my eyes and looked to the overcast sky. The clouds were moving a little faster than usual, today was a fluke. There had been a string of summer-y days, full of sunshine and warmth. Today, it was a little cooler than usual, a little more depressing, too.
It's like the universe knows.
"You've been quiet for like five minutes, dude." I turned to see Elena looking at me like I was crazy. I asked for this last minute stop at the beach, and we haven't said a word.
Elena put her long tanned arms around my shoulder in a comforting side-hug. Her dark hair was in a long braid down her back. her oversized and tattered UCLA sweatshirt was more like a dress. She doesn't wear much makeup, she has granny-style glasses and is still one of the most beautiful people I know. It's infuriating.
I leaned my head on her shoulder. "I just don't know what to expect. I don't know what to do." I looked at her straight on.
Her brown eyes shone with love and sincerity. "You grieve, Ally. He was your Dad."
I sighed, and I tightened the hair tie on my dirty blonde hair--the color I got from my father. Whose dead.
"Seven years. Elena. Seven. I have a life here. Peace." I looked to the ocean again and twirled with my tennis shoes in my hand. My stomach ached with fear, and sadness. I felt an exhaustion I hadn't felt in years.
Seven years ago I was a naive and scared child who wanted to see the world--the wolf-free world--and even though that's a part of who I am, I got a normal career, a normal education. I work in a trauma ER as an intern. My parents didn't come to my graduations or my white coat ceremony. I told them not to.
My friends--sans Elena, because I am here on her Dad's courtesy (and pay roll)--had no idea what I was. The drama I dealt with was relationship crap, shitty landlords, and the occasional car breakdown. Work was great. I'm making a difference.
I have good friends, a job where I make a difference and save people. All of this a few thousands of miles away from home. I missed my family every day, but that life...I knew at eighteen I couldn't do it anymore.
Here I am, walking away from the beach, my best friend beside me, about to dive into the ghosts of my past.
*
I was overcome with nerves and a strange feeling of both excitement/dread as the Range Rover drove quietly through upstate New York. June in New York was warm, and it was fun to travel through the state. There was so much to do, but it was different than California. There was magic in the air, and I missed it.
We approached a gate, two armed guards in front, dark sunglasses preventing you from knowing where they're looking. The gate had several security cameras, which turned on my driver. Some Uber guy.
The Uber Guy rolled down his window as a guard approached him. "Who's the passenger?"
"Some girl. From JFK." His accent was almost Canadian. Pretty sure he moved down to New York and wasn't a native.
The guard walked to my window, I rolled it down and gave him an exhausted smile. "May I help you?"
His face didn't twitch. "This is a private subdivision. Residents and approved guests only. I'll need name and ID to call in."
I reached for my wallet and grabbed my license, and handed it over. The guard read it--probably several times--and then took off his glasses.
"Ay, McGee! Come here!" He called the other guard over and looked at the license then they both looked at me. They spoke to each other quietly, both holding their loaded semi-automatics. The first guard ordered McGee backed to his post and handed me my license.
"Are we cleared?" I asked with a little bit of a snarky tone. This security was excessive.
"Yes, ma'am. I apologize. Welcome to White Oak." The gate opened and we began the fifteen minute drive down a tree-covered road to the White Oak Pack's residence.
Home sweet home. Right?
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The Prodigal Daughter
WerewolfShe moved thousands of miles away as soon a she could to try to escape all of the death, destruction and deceit that came as a fallout of wars between the packs, but when she is forced to return home, she is faced with more deceit and pain. The Prod...