THE FRONT DOOR CLICKED TO A CLOSE. "Harlow is that you hun." Her mom's voice boomed from the kitchen.
"Yeah." She responded instantly, dropping her backpack on the floor. Her mom was sat on the dinning table typing away on her laptop, papers scattered the surface of the table. "What's all of this?" She question, grasping one of the papers between her hands scanning it over.
"My résumé." She swiftly replied, to focus on what was on her laptop than to spend a moment to gain a look at Harlow, not that she minded anyways.
"Oh." Was all she said, her mom was applying for a job this quickly.
"How was school?" Her mom asked. Still furiously typing away on those keyboards, it was like she was superhuman or something, multitasking. Something Harlow could never do, her attention spam was non-existence. Mostly everything distracted her, and sometimes it was frustrating and sometimes it was not.
"Um...fine." She says, putting the paper down. "I made a friend."
Soon as it left her mouth, her mom's typing stop. She close her laptop and locked her eyes with her. Smiling, "You did, that's great honey."
"Yeah, her names Mia."
Her mom knew it was never easy for to make friends, it was always hard for her. Anxiety somehow always got in the way. Her mom's smile somehow got bigger, "See I told you it wasn't going to be as bad as you had made it out to be."
"Yeah, yeah." She rolled her eyes instantly.
"Harlow!" Her nan entered, holding empty grocery bags. "You're home. How was school?"
"She made a friend." Her mom answered for her.
"That's great!"
Harlow eyed the bags between her arms, wondering what her nan was going to do with them. "Are you going shopping?" Harlow says, pointing towards the bag.
"Ah, yes. Do you want to come?" She gleamed.
No. She hated being around people, especially people at the grocery store. Everyone was in everyones way, and she bet in this town it would be even more crowded due to the small town people resided in. "Sure." No matter how much she hated going to places like this, she couldn't leave her sick nan alone.
The happiness that lit up into her eyes was hard to miss, "Fantastic!"
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When she'd parked the car, Harlow quickly opened the passenger door. Her nan wasn't the best of drivers, the car was parked over the lines that seemed to separate each parking space. Heck, she herself would probably be better than her and she doesn't even drive. Those metal boxes scared the living hell out of her. One wrong mover and poof! You're dead, or severely injured one or thee other.
Shoppers just like them scattered the entirety of the parking lot.
Harlow always found shoppers to be the most odd, it's as if they see pizza, ice-cream and staff as much the same... products, things to acquire and the means to acquire them. It's a disconnect of sorts, a brain-blip. If these people met the cashier at a barbecue they'd greet them, ask about their kids, enquire after their health and make jokes... but here there's a coldness, a rudeness that comes of seeing them in the same way as a product... "I pay for this food, so I pay for you, so you are a living robot, a possession that services me..."
There was nothing new about the supermarkets here, they were pretty much the same old and boring places where she acquired food and supplies.
"Come one then," her nan's voice boomed, pulling her out her own boring daydreams.
She followed her nan as she got the cart, its four wheels rattled slightly at the pavement. There was nothing quiet about it, it's sound rang through her ears loudly as they enter the entrance doors, sliding open only for the customers in rhythmic queue.
Aisles and aisles of food bombarded her vision, so much food. Everything was constructed into categories: Vegetables and fruit in one aisle, meats and dairy in another and the best part about this whole supermarket was the junk-food aisle. It wasn't that she ate a lot of it but when she did, she would indulge into a bit of everything. Why not? You only live life once, Harlow knew that better than anyone and the little things that brought her joy she cherished them.
She watched as her nan put broccoli into the cart and more vegetables into it. Most of her family were vegetarian, both her nan and her grandpas were but her and her mom was vegan- mostly because she was allergic to everything and her mom thought it was best. It's ironic how she was vegan in a society of werewolves who only craved meat, they had to because it was part of the food chain, and somehow she'd always found that to be the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard.
If it were the other way around, most wouldn't of thought in that way, mostly because they would feel fear of dying.
"Harlow, sweetie could you go to the bread section," her nan asked as she put yet another item in the cart. "Make sure it's wholemeal."
"Yeah sure,"she mumbles, making her way down the centre of the aisles. This supermarket was way bigger than the one back at the Blood-moon pack. It was probably because of the high population rates here, Crescent Pack had more members which of course they would have bigger places.
The first thing she'd noticed was, there weren't a lot of people and she didn't mind it what so ever, in fact she preferred it. Less eyes on here. There was something about being invisible that she like, and back at her old pack that all she was- invisible, it was a freedom that she didn't seem to have here.
A women in her late thirties never took her eyes off her, she could feel them at the back of her head, drilling holes. The urge to turn around and ask her what the problem was, was strong but she swallowed it, being rude to someone she barely even knew wasn't the way to go and plus it has only been a bloody day, and people here needed time to adjust. It was best if she kept her opinions to herself.
'Wholemeal, wholemeal...' She read in her mind the numerous of bread alined on the aisle, as a finger traced them.
She barely was paying attention to her surroundings as she remained focused on finding the bread her nan always liked, when her eyes caught its existence on the shelf she couldn't help but feel herself gleam at the sight of it, grabbing it quickly and turned to find her nan. But she never expected herself to face plater into someone's chest, hard.
"Aw," she exclaimed, tumbling a step backwards. Her face contorted into a pained expression, her right hand automatically raised to her nose rubbing the pain away. Had she just hit a wall? It felt like it, like it had appeared out of nowhere.
She was so focused on the pain that erupted across her face that she hadn't noticed the dark shadowy figure in front of her. The release of a viscous growl had her body tense, muscles every so still. She froze, her eyes only stared at the ground and the feet that occupied her vision. Large Dark boots, muddy and worn out occupied the ground. They seemed to face her, when she slowly began to lift her head upwards. Eyes wide, panic sinking in. The heat that ran through her cheeks made her inter-turmoil worse.
It didn't how close she was, Harlow struggled to gain a look at the sudden intruders face as it was covered with the shadowy darkness the hoodie they seemed to be wearing provided. It was obvious it was a male, he was extremely tall. That was all she could get from what was in front of her, a tall figure who wore extremely dark clothing. Alarm bells ran through her, the man seemed sketchy but somehow she wasn't running the other way, there was something about him that just didn't seem to worry her.
"Sorry." She mumbled, seeming more out of breath.
His head remained low, hands buried into kangaroo pocket of his hoodie and when he lifted his head slightly allowing her to gain a glimpse of his features. His eyes, a sea of blackness. It was like staring at the black heavens, a soul divine, one brighter than any star of the night sky.
In the sea of their blackness, there was a coldness, when there is no love within them. All Harlow could see was a deadness within them. 'Who was this guy?' He looked so familiar, like she had seen him before but couldn't figure out where, she wasn't able to put a finger on it. Just as those thoughts occurred, occupying her mind, she didn't expect the next word her wolf would utter just seconds afterwards.
'Mate.'
Harlow never really expected herself to collide with someone she'd always dreamt about. Just a few hours she'd wondered about them and who they were, and now they were in front of her...at a supermarket? The least expected place she thought to ever meet them in, maybe the universe was planting a humorous joke and she was just imagining this whole thing.
A gasp escaped her mouth without her permission, so many questions ran through her mind but no of them seemed leave her mouth. The man that stood in front of her was the person the universe seemed to have linked her soul too. "Y-you..." She stammered, unable to construct a word without stuttering never mind a sentence.
There was no reaction to him, like it was old news. He seemed unaffected by the fact that they were mates, he only stared then turned, disappearing within the aisles.
"Harlow." Her nan's voice bombed at the end of the aisles, pulling her out of the daze she had herself in, only to realise what just happened. She just found her mate...only for him to leave.
"Harlow?" Her nan called out again, this time closer than before. She didn't know what to do in this moment, shock just override her other functioning sense. She was shocked, shocked!
"Harlow?" Her nan's had on her shoulder had her jump in fright. "Oh my...are you okay?"
"Um," Was she okay? No, not really. She'd just found her mate and she didn't even know who he was, which really didn't make a difference from before. The only difference was the fact that she was certain he was from this pack, and he was a little weird...and intense. Very intense. "Yeah, sorry." She mumbled.
Her nan side eyed her, even she didn't believe her but she kept her mouth shut. Taking the bread out of her hands and putting it into the cart.
What just happened?
HIS BACK EYES, they just never left her mind. They stayed ingrained within her head, the black the colour of her now comfort for the heart and soul, in his black eyes, she saw home. She saw a glimpse of the eternal, of serene divinity. Yet, at the same time, she couldn't help but feel disappointed at that thought. He had left without a word. The scene just kept on replaying within her mind, an emotionless expression upon his face and the coldness within his eyes, really it told her everything she needed to know, but... questions still roamed her mind, swarming with theories; of who he could be, who was he? Why didn't he stay? What was his name? Why didn't he speak? "Harlow, honey, are you okay?" Her nan says, causing her head to instantly wipe around to see her nan in the driver's seat, holding onto the steering wheel as she looked at the road ahead. Was she okay? In all honesty, she felt far more okay; okay
HARLOW SLAMMED HER HAND ON HER BEEPING ALARM CLOCK. The alarm clock in platinum chrome sings each morning, signalling the transition from sleepy dreams to wakeful happenings. After yesterday, she wanted today to be different. Typical, just like the rest of her days were. Throwing her legs over her baed, she sat up, rubbing her eyes for a good five minutes before she ever attempted moving. Early mornings weren't her thing, especially if the school was involved. Standing up, she walked towards her bathroom. Harlow still felt the uneasy feeling in her gut that someone potentially might've been in her room. She'd even asked her mom and nan if they'd gone in her room to open the window, and they'd said no. Alarm bells went off at that point; it defiantly confirmed that someone had been in there. She was sure of it and knowing that it never eased the feeling she felt inside. The water fell into her hands, and she s
HARLOW COULDN'T HELP BUT PLAY WITH HER FINGERS, scratching at them within her lap, anything to drive away from the nervousness she felt in this moment. "Have I done something?" She asked anxiously. Everything about this situation was not ideal for her; being called into the headmistress office always meant you did something wrong, but it was only her second day here; she can't recall doing anything out of line. At least she didn't think so? All she wanted was a normal, stress-free day. That's all she asked for, and it defiantly wasn't a lot. The headmistress entangles her hands together, laying them on her desk as she leaned into them. Her back straightened in front of her. A composed look emitted, her seriousness ladened behind her eyes, which seemed to hold a secret Harlow didn't know. If it weren't for the hectic whirling anxiety that was like a hurricane inside her, she would have asked her about it. &n
SCHOOL HAD ENDED AN HOUR AGO; after having to pick herself up from whatever that was, her day went by pretty quickly. The moment she had come home, her feet had made her go into her room. Avoiding the two people she loved so much, but she felt drained. Her mind raced with theories about where the burning pain came from, but initially, her mind constantly came up black. Maybe she was ill, had food poisoning or stress. Stress was the one number one on her list. For the past two days, that's all she's felt. Stress and panic, fear consumed her entity. Everything felt so off, she felt off, and now her body was failing her. What else was there for her to experience? From the unknown suspect of someone breaking into her room to finally finding out the actual name of her mysterious mate. Her body collapsed on her mattress, her face smudged into the softness of her duvet cover. It constricted her brea
"MICHAEL COLLINS." Just hearing his name brought chills running up and down her spine. They had to get out of here. This place, this pack, was going to be a graveyard after everything goes down. Harlow couldn't believe this was happening; obviously, she had a vague idea that it would happen but not this soon. Besides, Harlow thought her new Alpha prepared this pack for this sort of thing, but she guesses he wasn't. "Harlow, sweetheart, we need to leave." She heard her nan say, it was then that she realised that her mom was nowhere to be found. Everyone she knew was here; her nan, Mia and Ryan...so where was her mom? When she had gone to sleep, she was in the house, downstairs. "Where's my mom?" Harlow asked, her voice breaking slightly. Already her brain was thinking the unthinkable, had her true mate obliterated her from existence. She hoped not. 'Oh, God!' Where was she
HARLOW COULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT SHE WAS HEARING HIM SAY. Her eyes widen with fear, fear of her mother's life. She witnessed his canines grow, and it became obvious that he was about to shift, and it came just as a surprise to everyone else that surrounded him, including his own. Everyone knew that he rarely shifted in battle, so what had changed now.He was a man who preferred his weapons to slaughter his enemies. Some even said that he never shifted as he wasn't even one of them; he wasn't a werewolf which was absurd. Obviously, he was, but people still liked to speculate on the likeliness that he might not even be either human or a werewolf. Be was some other type of beast.A small tear left her eye, completely betraying her. This was it. She could no longer take this anymore, and she had to do something, anything to save her mother's life."No!" She screamed, stopping Michael from ever finishing his shift. Harlow scarred
"HARLOW, ARE YOU DONE?"Her nan asked, and she turned, smiling."Yes. Has the Alpha left?" Harlow asked, standing up and plopping a Rolo in her mouth. Since last night, there was extensive damage to the town. House was crumpled down, and trees remained damaged from the fire, and the conclusion as to why it was it was, was still being figured out. Michael had left a great deal of damage, but her nan's house was left untouched. It seemed he had missed this part entirely, and Harlow couldn't help but wonder why?"Yes, and I'm glad. We didn't need all this negative energy in the house." Her nan smiled, leading her into the house. "You need to go to bed; you have school tomorrow.""Do I have to, nan?" She grumbled slightly, but her nan only gave her a look that told her it wasn't up for debate. The sheer thought of going to school after such a day was the least pleasant thing ever to cross her mind; Harlow's mind w
WAKING UP THAT MORNING WAS CONFUSING, her body didn't feel rested as it should have done. Her mind was fluttering with the dreams she dreamt of last night; it didn't come as a surprise to her that it was of him. That's all her mind obsessed over, Michael, Michael, Michael. Harlow wished she could think of anything else, but it seemed nearly impossible at this point. After their encounter that night, she felt disgusted with herself for dreaming of him in such away. She'd dreamt he had broken into her room, and she couldn't even believe that her mind was creating these weird scenarios that seemed too far fetched for her; Michael was defiantly not the type to do such a thing. "Harlow, what do you think? Is 2 pm okay for you?" Mia questioned, waiting for her reply patiently. Although Harlow was so focused on her mind that she couldn't pay attention anymore even to know what she was talking about, "What do you think?" She continued.
FOR A SECOND, Harlow couldn't understand why Michael looked so panicked. She felt fine, so why was he so worried? "I'm so sorry," He continued to say for the fifth time, "I didn't mean to." What was he talking about? "Michael, it's fine." She spoke. She leaned slightly up, feeling so aware of her body being bare. "Look," she grasped his shoulder, "I'm fine." His head shook, looking disorientated and shocked. "Michael, I'm fine." But he wasn't listening; he stepped away from her, seeming to be in a bizarre state of mind. Wherever his mind was, she knew Michael wasn't mentally there. As soon as she blicked, he disappeared and vanished into thin air. She was used to his disappearing acts, which he always did whenever things would get real; as soon as they became close, she couldn't figure out why and why he constantly pushed her away. A heavy sigh left her, feeling tired. Tired of life, this time, no matter how much it hurt her, Michael leaving was the last thing she was worried abou
"What did you do to him?!" Harlow couldn't understand or get her mind around what she was seeing. The instinct to run to him and help me was strong, and that's was she intended to do, but Sabin stopped her. "You need to keep your distance, Mate or not; if you get too close, he will shred you to pieces in this state," Sabin told her firmly. His eyes were dark; shadows lingered in them. "Let him wake up first, and then you can talk to him." 'Michael, what the hell did he do to you?' Harlow's thoughts run wild with theories, but Sabin doesn't waste time answering them. "Maybe it's not my place to inform you, but I know damn well Michael won't do it. My brother has a habit of running away from his problems." "Yeah, no kidding." Harlow couldn't help but say, but the look that Sabin gave didn't leave room for anything more than those three words to escape. "I'm pretty sure Michael told you that we are cursed. Him more than us, if you don't know." Yeah, she'd figured that part out. "
HARLOW KNEW SHE'D FAINT WHEN HER STOMACH GAVE OUT. Micheal's teeth sank deeper into her skin, engraving her flesh with his essence. It felt like her insides were being replaced by some black hole, and then nausea crept from her abdomen to her head; that's when the world went black. She didn't know what happened after she fainted; it didn't seem necessary to her because everything was better than what awaited her when she woke up, but just like every time she had fainted in the past, she woke up.However, there was no Michael's insight. The person who had claimed her for the rest of her life, who had stolen that choice away from her, was nowhere to be seen. The only comfort was the unfamiliar white walls surrounding her; they weren't hers. Harlow was no longer in her room; the sheets on top of her body were silky soft, and dark in their appearance. They were much better quality than the plain white covers her mother had gotten her, but the luxury covers did nothing to ease the pain sh
"I'M SORRY...?" Harlow remained confused; had she heard him correctly. Did he say what she thought he said? If so, then...it was much weirder than what she had imagined him to say. "That's not possible."Michael released a strained chuckle, "Why is it impossible for you?""Because it is." That inkling of craziness within Micheal's voice rang in her head, that slight possibility that he'd known him before; maybe that's why her mother wasn't so pleased about him. Still, then again, that could also have been the fact that he was a crazed murderer that destroyed people's lives for absolutely no reason. It didn't change the fact that it sounded beyond crazy...and not to mention weird. To think that even when she was daydreaming about the time when she would meet him, it turns out she had known him since the day she was born.Surely she couldn't have missed the most significant part of her life. The thing she had always dreamt of had already happened, and
"GET OUT." With no hesitation, the words flew out of her mouth, and there was nothing Michael could have done to persuade her otherwise. That sickening feeling settled inside her, that feeling of deja vu, knowing precisely what he was doing here. It always was the same. The game Michael played with her head was never-ending; if only she could flip it around and play with his instead, too bad, she didn't have that power over someone like Michael. Michael's eyes were as dark as she had ever seen them, and there was a multitude of emotions swirling in them. His eyes watched her with a pang of sadness, a destress, and they scanned every inch of her body; the action had her a little uncomfortable. For someone who enjoyed hurting her, his emotions sure were fickle. The feeling felt so foreign on his face like it didn't belong there. Michael sat on her bed with the silence surrounding them. However, his eyes bored through her; they stared without ever wavering
HARLOW STOOD THERE NUMB, with shock, as she watched the last vestiges of life leave the small body. Seconds passed flew by, Harlow knew that her Wolf was howling at her, urging her to snap out of her trance, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the grotesque sight. As a werewolf, she had seen plenty of violence in her life, even heard about it. However, she has never witnessed something like this; the brutal slaying of a boy that was but a child. Death was something she was familiar with, but she had never experienced it; she had never seen what it was like to watch another person's soul leave their body. Judging by the size of the hole in his chest, his heart had been ripped clean from his body; that was one of the only ways to kill a werewolf. The more Harlow stared at the boy, the more her mother's face appeared in the forefront of her mind. Was this how she died? Was this how her heart was ripped out of her chest? Had Michael done this too? She didn't s
"Right, right. Yes, yes, we need to get home." The alarmed look on Mia's face didn't go unnoticed; both of them were startled. Hearing about another death wasn't something to take lightly. However, Harlow couldn't help her brain from questioning whether or not it was Michael's doing. He killed her mother; what's stopping him from Killing anyone else within this Pack? "And, quickly," Mia said. Harlow didn't waste any time; she stood up fast. Mia did the same, dusting herself off. "Let's go." Her mind didn't question the fact that it might have been Michael, she knew he had no heart, and it took her mother's death to realise it properly. Everything tragic that happened around here, Michael was the cause. At the corner of her eye, Harlow saw mia slowing her pace to match hers. It was no secret that she couldn't shift, and probably that's why everyone gave her those looks all the time, a look of curiosity but also a look that coul
"WHEN DID THE PAIN START?" Mia asked as she listened attentively. Her eyes at times would widen, and her eyebrows would scrunch up into anger whenever she heard what Harlow told her, and Harlow made sure to inform her of every detail, making sure she didn't leave any points out. Why would she? Mia Knew the most important secret she had tried to hide, so what else did she have to lose. "A few days after meeting him."Her eyes lowered, whispering cruse after curse words before her eyes met Harlow's. "He seems like a real joy." Sarcasm laced every single word.Harlow let out an uneasy laugh; she had to agree, he was the most harmful person she'd ever met, but it wasn't like Harlow could do anything about it, at least she had thought that until now. "Yeah, a real keeper. Don't you think?" Harlow replied."Oh, most certainly." With her own form of sarcasm, Mia said, "When did the dreams start?"Harlow wrinkled her eyebrows in co
THAT MORNING SHE ENTERED THE SCHOOL, it was different, and everything felt foreign. Harlow's gut couldn't help but think of what her Nan had said, 'I don't need history to repeat itself once again.' Harlow wondered what it meant, what did that have to do with her? "Hey." Mia's cheery voice made her jump. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Breathlessly, Harlow greeted her. "Hey." "You seem on edge today; you okay?" Mia asked genuinely, but Harlow didn't know what was genuine or what wasn't. So she chose to ignore her question, maybe because she didn't know what to say. What would she say? When she looked at Mia curiously, it suddenly clicked; Mia had been in this Pack her whole life. She must know something; Mia was the most knowledgeable and the nosiest person here, Harlow had come to realise. Her father was close with the Alpha and Beta, and she must've heard something about what was going on. So Harlow couldn't help herself; she needed t