He didn’t even care! How could he when has a new family, completely ignoring his old one. I had thought that finding my father would be great; that it would finally close the gap in my life, but it only made things worse it seems. I sighed pacing the forest floor. My life was never great. The torture, first from the witches then from the blood thirsty Alpha, the loss of my mother so young, the constant threat of death. Why me? Why for once can’t life be simple? Giving a slight growl I plop down on a bed of leaves and let my tears roll, closing my eyes.
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“CYN, come on already would ya!” She called to her friend. Ever since Amielya and Cynthia ran away from the coven of witches they have been unbelievably close, and now they were making their way back to Amielya’s and her mother’s cabin. Tears started to fill her eyes as she remembered that day. The day she found her mother dead, the day she was kidnapped. She was just 4 years old, why all the hardship?
Sighing she kept walking, keeping all complaints to herself; like her mother always told her, be respectful to those around you, if they can do it so can you.
She tried to keep her mind off the burning in her legs and back. They have been walking for 2 days, only stopping to sleep, the occasional rest and whenever they found something to eat and drink. At first Cynthia thought it a better idea to find a pack settled nearby, but Amielya was sure her father would worry and go looking for her and her mother when he hears no news of them. She was sure of it.
“Ami!! I’m tired can we please rest??” Cynthia called out, a few feet behind.
“No, we are almost there!” Was her only reply as she got lost in her wall of memories.
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A few hours later they were still walking when Amielya stopped, frozen in place.
“What wrong?” Cynthia asked her as she noticed Amielya was no longer walking beside her.
“We- we are here.” She whispered brokenly as she stumbled throught the think brush, to reveal a nice snug cabin. Not even sparing the house a second glance she ran inside.
Everything was exactly the way it was before. Running to her bed room Amielya threw herself on the bed, thankful for the soft blanket and pillows. She just started to drift off when Cynthia started to scream. Snapping awake, Amielya ran toward her…to find her standing in her mother’s room. The stench was like a bitter sweet cloud.
On the bed her mother’s decaying body lie, roots somehow had made their way around the body, covering most of her from view, flowers littering the floor and bed. Looking around, Amielya saw nothing out of the ordinary, besides that, that could have freighted Cyn, but there she was cowering in the corner. Rushing over to her, Amielya hugged her little 4year old body with her own.
“What wrong?” Amielya asked, making her appear older…more mature.
“T-They are coming!!!” Cynthia wailed as she held on close to Amielya.
“Who?!” Amielya urged, but before Cynthia could answer, the entire house seemed to explode…
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A branch snapped, bringing me back to the present. My wolf took over as my grief filled mind blanked. Growling she jumped the still body that stood at the edge of the clearing. It shouted as it fell to the ground…it-it sounded distinctly male.
“Amielya…please…” A broken voice whispered under my wolf. Snapping out of my sorrowful haze, I shifted and jumped off the person my wolf talked…Jace?!?!
Oh shit!!!!!!!
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On Her Own
WerewolfA scream pierced through the steady rain, and into the night, but none heard the scream from inside the cabin in the middle of the forest, none knew of the treacherous deeds about to occur. None knew about the sudden change of events that one littl...
