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“You were never meant to grow up in a city like this. Our kind stays together for a reason.”I could hear what Kieran was saying, but I was struggling to fully grasp it.‘Not human.’‘Our kind’.‘Werewolf’.The words kept swimming around in my head. An explanation that seemed too impossible to believe. And yet, at the same time, what he was saying somehow made sense.He was right. I wasn’t human. A part of me had always known that, dating back to when I was a child. I was never like the other kids at the house. Turning eighteen had just manifested that part of me in the form of a beast.So… was this what had been missing then?I was a werewolf? Like in those scary stories?Like… in those *monster* movies…?“…How do I make it go away?” I asked after a few moments, my voice barely louder than a whisper. “How do I stop being… a werewolf? To be normal?”“Raven… it’s a part of who you are. There isn’t any way to remove it.”“But I don’t want to live with this burden of losing control at an
“Rae… I do believe this guy is alive,” Zac said.The two of us were peering into the cupboard, looking at a very tied up and very terrified looking Noah.“Yep,” I replied.“Right… right…. And, just to make sure we’re on the same page here, you are aware that normally I don’t see this part, right? That I come in afterwards?”“I’m aware.”At the sound of the conversation, Noah immediately started to squirm and plead to Zac with his eyes, hoping that he would help free him. Not that it would do him any good.“So, what’s the hold up?” Zac asked, still confused. “Isn’t this just another Thursday for you? I’ve seen you do worse.”He was right. This really wasn’t that abnormal of a job for me to do.But I gritted my teeth at his question nevertheless, hating how I had ended up in this situation.“I… can’t,” I said, deflating in defeat. “I can’t do it.”“You can’t… do it…,” Zac repeated slowly. “And why is t—.”“Look, I just can’t, okay?” I said, cutting him off, irritated at all the question
I left Noah in Zac’s capable hands and got his word that he’d call my father to say the job was completed per normal. He was risking a lot for my sake, I knew that. A lot of risk for what seemed like absolutely no reason. The level of danger associated with this insane plan wasn’t lost on me. After all, the last thing I wanted was for Zac’s name to end up in my next manila folder. I headed home as soon as I could, leaving enough time to arrive well before daylight, and walked towards my front door. But it was as I was entering through the front gate to our property that something caught my eye. It was an old lady, huddled up in a shawl, standing just on the street outside. She had grey hair and eyes to match, clearly at an age that would suggest a retirement home or carer was required. And yet she stood randomly outside my house at three o’clock in the morning, staring directly at me. I paused for a moment and looked around, trying to see if she was with someone. But when the empt
Over the next few days, I found myself feeling anxious.Under the constant watchful eye of both my father and Gavin, I continued to play along with my usual daily routine. Acting as if nothing was amiss. Doing all the training that was asked of me. But, inside, I was thinking back to that keycard.The one I’d hidden under my mattress. Waiting for exactly the right moment for when I’d be able to use it.…A moment I found finally presented itself on the night of the third day.With my father expected to be staying overnight elsewhere for a late meeting and Gavin only working until seven o’clock, I saw an opportunity to take advantage of the soon-to-be quiet house.And I devised a plan to leave as soon as the sky grew dark.A few hours later, I was slowly scaling to the ground from my bedroom window. This being something I did with ease and without being seen. And though I never thought to use my abilities to go behind my father’s back, I certainly couldn’t deny that it came in handy.So
“—Raven.”Through the darkness I heard a voice, piercing through the haze.It sounded urgent. Someone calling out to me.“—Raven, shift back.”Every now and then I would see snippets. Just stilled images flashing before me, showing pictures of a living room. Of a broken table. Of a boy.It felt somewhat familiar but I couldn’t place it.“Raven! —Ah, fuck.”…And pain. So much pain.The voice continued to call out to me, pleading with me to do something… but I wasn’t ready.No, instead, I rescinded into my mind further to escape.To try and forget what was happening.…To pretend everything was okay.And so, I hid from it all, blocking out the images and voices. Waiting until, finally, things didn’t hurt so badly.…Until I was sure the pain had stopped.~~~~~~.“…Raven,” came the voice again.Only, this time, recognition finally kicked in.Kieran.It was Kieran’s voice and… and I’d shifted. Changing into the wolf and…—.Oh… no, no….Instantly, my eyes flew open… and I found myself conta
He knew… he knew what I was and kept it from me. Why though? It didn’t make any sense. But… did it really matter? Even if my father did know, it didn’t really change anything about my situation. It just added more questions that I would most likely never get answers to. After all, it wasn’t as though I could confront him about it. If he sensed even the tiniest bit of rebellion from me, I was sure that he would sooner lock me up than lose me. “…Raven?” Right… Kieran. He was still waiting for me to reply… only I wasn’t sure what to do. I was in yet another dilemma of choosing two sides. Both of which had high prices with uncertain outcomes. To tell him the truth, the real truth, meant inviting him in to see that side of my life. A side where he would most likely learn the dark actions of my father, our business, and of the work entailed within that. This, in itself, was a dangerous thing to divulge to anyone, the information thereby placing a target on Kieran. …But I had to acknow
“I mean… there is no biological way that Eric Reid could have fathered you.”I stared at him blankly.Was this topic really coming up again? He’d already questioned this on the night of the charity event. A presumptuous perspective from someone who didn’t know any better.…From someone who grew up with real parents.“Yes… I know,” I said, somewhat annoyed.But, for whatever reason, this response took Kieran by surprise.“Wait, you know?” he asked.“Yes…,” I said again. “I should hope he isn’t. Because if he were my biological father, I’d imagine that would have made our first meeting very awkward. What with him picking me up from the orphanage and all.”“I don’t understand,” he said. “If you know he’s not your father, why are you being so loyal to him?”“Why?” I asked, unable to hide my irritation now. “Because he is still my father. He still raised me and took care of me. He rescued me from a shitty house where I was severely bullied, one where I was just another unwanted, unloved si
*knock* *knock* C’mon… please…*knock* *knock* *knock*Please open the door…*knock* *knock* *knock*Kieran… *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock* *kno—.I was beginning to panic, thinking that I’d left it too late but then, finally, the door opened.“Raven,” Kieran said, almost in disbelief. “You actually came. You’re—.”But I didn’t wait for him to finish.Without missing a beat, I instantly moved forward and threw my arms around his waist.His scent was mixed in with soap and water, clearly having interrupted him from a shower. But it was the best thing I had ever smelt. Already, I could feel my body start to relax from the warmth coming off of him. Something much needed to help calm the adrenaline pumping through me.Hesitantly, his arms then moved to encircle me, reciprocating the hug. Almost as if he was still in shock I’d arrived.“I was starting to think that you weren’t going to change your mind,” he said. “I’ve been putting off leaving for a few h