Dad wasn’t amused hearing my story about how some people were hunting deer at night in the woods that wasn’t even a hunting ground. Elliott, who joined the dinner, backed up my story.
“The place was perfect for gathering, but we don’t think it’s safe,” he said.
I really thought he would hold on to his ‘hunters-don’t-exist’ view in front of Nathan, but fortunately, he went with what I suggested.
“It’s forbidden to hunt outside the hunting ground,” Dad said. “I should report this to the Sheriff.”
“And tell him what?” Nathan chimed in, with his mouth still full of mashed potato. “That two teenagers—one happened to be your daughter—snuck into the woods at night and witnessed the shooting?”
Here we go again. Nathan gaslighting someone on the dinner table wasn’t really a new thing.
“Yes, that’s exactly what he should say,” I insisted, ignoring how the wording could put Dad into shame for having a teenage daughter going into the dark woods wi
The decoration for the homecoming night was already 80% finished, making it a forbidden room for any students other than the committees. It was decorated with black, gold, and silver color. Sparkling star decorations were hung on each corner, the paper lanterns were arranged as an arch in the entrance, and gold draperies was put as a background for the photo booth. The high ceiling was covered with black cloth, which would be luminated by light projector, making it look like a sky full of stars. Olive was raving about it this morning, but she couldn’t help after school because she had to take her mother to the clinic. So, she listed all the stuffs that needed to be done today and sent it to me. A little advice for those who bore missions from Olive Hartwell: do it right or have her knock on your door at night just because you put the wrong size of cups on the table. At the same time, Mom also sent me the list of groceries I had to purchase for the Full Moon.
The stories about hunters had been circling around werewolf tribes for long, as the history of supernatural beings was shaped partly because of them. There were two kinds of hunters—the ordinary one, humans who just liked to hunt wild animals; and the ones who hunted the supernaturals. The latter was what we always feared of, although many werewolves just fended it off because there had not been many cases about our kinds dying because of them. Nathan was definitely one of the skeptical ones. He thought being hit with a silver arrow was just a coincidence, or just Little Thea craving for attention. He couldn’t prove me wrong back then, but he still stayed with his principle: hunters were real, but they were not a threat to us as long as we stayed hidden. Mom’s explanations just struck me like a lightning bolt. If Nathan was right, both kind of hunters didn’t just threaten wild animals out there, but also humans. I heard from my parents once that hunters would
Nathan looked around the empty garage which was turned into a small music studio. From the radiance in his eyes, he actually admired the view. I wasn’t wrong about him being a guitar player, but he did it just for fun because he didn’t seem to care much about music that time. “You had friends over?” He glanced at me. “These are their stuffs?” “Yes,” I answered lazily. I truly didn’t want to deal with Nathan tonight after Dad gave me a cold shoulder about the garage being used by my human friends. Besides, Nathan didn’t even discuss about what he found last night over dinner. If he really did want to change like Mom said, he would let me know that a human was hurt and I witnessed it. “Are they performing for the homecoming tomorrow?” He asked again as his hand snatched an apple on the table. “No,” I replied, still focusing on my homework. “Too bad. I would like to see them perform,” he said and then bit the apple. “Mom, is my suit for the homec
The cancelled Full Moon celebration obviously made Elliott curious. Dad had talked to the Elders about the cancellation with a client’s death as a reason. While it was true, he didn’t say anything about hunters and such. Elliott called me when I was busy at school. I had to go out of the gymnasium to take his call and it only just full of him trying to dig deeper into the ‘reason’ that apparently didn’t satisfy him. He wasn’t this nosy when he was a kid, but it really wasn’t a surprise for me. “Is it because those hunters?” He asked after I refused to give him a clear answer. “Come on. I don’t think Elder Whitlock is that paranoid. He’s one of the strongest wolves I’ve ever met.” “He’s not an Elder anymore and he’s not paranoid,” I sighed. “He just feels like it’s not the right time to celebrate when he’s mourning.” Another thing I didn’t tell Elliott was Dad’s client who died was one of the hunters we saw back then. I would trust 10-year-old Elliott
Two hours before the homecoming night, the preparation was finally complete. Mrs. Keener let us come home to dress up. Even though it seemed like she would let us to have fun, she also expected us to be ready whenever a decoration fell down or the food ran out. I was resting my body on the bed when Mom knocked my door. She walked in and her jaw dropped at the sight of me lying down. “Thea, why aren’t you dressed yet?” Mom went into a sudden panic. She grabbed the maroon dress that I hung in front of my closet and gave it to me. “Calm down, Mom, it’s still two hours away,” I drawled. I really needed to close my eyes even for just five minutes, but Mom wouldn’t let me as she pulled me out of my bed. “At least, let’s do your hair first,” she urged. After forcing me to sit in front of my make-up table, she undid the hair tie that bound my hair into a bun. “Selene can do the rest.” “Selene?” I almost forgot that my brother would go to the homecomin
I was waiting for Olive to come when Dad arrived from the Sheriff’s office. He was holding a brown paper bag with a frown across his face. “Are there any news?” Mom who was just came back from the laundry room to take my jacket looked worried. Before he replied, he looked around. “Where’s Nathan?” “He already left with Selene,” I replied. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that he would leave me alone even though Olive and I could fit into his car and we could go to the school together. “The Sheriff confirmed that the bullets in Rick’s rifle were indeed silver,” Dad notified. “The good news is he didn’t seem to have any idea what were they for. He just thought that Rick liked to experiment on hunting.” “There’s nothing good comes out of this,” I whined. “Dad, he was a hunter—a werewolf hunter. It can only mean that the man who was with him was a hunter as well. God knows how many more of them out there.” “Yes. It was probably Sam Johnson,
When Burn to Ashes finished their second song on the stage, I was already on my 14th ‘I told you so’ to Olive. I wouldn’t stop until she finally admitted how good they were. “You win, Thea, so please stop saying that,” Olive gave up. “Yes, they’re good and Mrs. Keener looks happy. Are you satisfied?” I still didn’t wipe the smile off my face. “Very,” I said. “This unreasonable bad blood between you and Jim needs to stop, to be honest.” “Sorry, I don’t take any more of your non-sense requests,” Olive scoffed as she folded her hands. Her eyes went elsewhere and she grumbled again. “Ronny’s finally here. I’m going to smack him for troubling everyone this afternoon.” I blocked her way with my body. “Give him a break, Olive,” I said. “That’s what team is for, remember? You cover for someone, being a reliable back-up.” “You’re starting to sound like my dad before the big game,” she sneered. “Yo, team! One for all and all for one!” I giggled
After I had my first transformation, it wasn’t exactly rainbows and unicorns. My life as a full wolf had just begun. The first few months, shifting was the most painful. The wolf part of me took the dominance as soon as the Full Moon appeared. Dad said I had to let it out because it would just hurt me inside out if I kept holding it in. The thing was, I always fought against it. Even when I learned to shift whenever I wanted, I just couldn’t take full control of me, which was why it always resulted in a big pain. Nathan told me the only way to have a smooth transformation was to make a deal with it and make it a win-win situation for both of us, otherwise we would lose at some point in this inside battle. Seeing Wolf Ronny in front of me with an uncontrollable fury and pain in front of me took me back to those days. I was only a kid, but I had to go through it to win. It seemed like Ronny was unfortunate enough not to have someone like my dad to train me. If
I was stunned by his first sentence. He already made it obvious since last night that he stayed because he wanted to keep an eye of me, but he kept denying it himself. “So,” Elliott stretched his arms in the air, “You better tell me before Olive comes out of that door and drags us in.” With a mixed feeling, I brought my feet back to the very spot where Ronny lost control of himself. It was clean as if nobody left their blood on the asphalt. Elliott started to sniff around, crouching next to the place where I left wolf Ronny sprawled in pain. I was glad nobody else was around to see this weird kid snuffling the asphalt and the bushes. “Yeah, a wolf was here,” said Elliott as he got up, “or Lycan or Beast—whatever it is your Dad called him. I can smell his body. There was blood in here but somebody cleaned it up perfectly.” “Do you think the hunter might have done it? Taking Ronny away and cleaning the crime scene?” A slow breeze made the hair o
It was strange seeing Ashborne in a normal daily activity after I experienced an awful event in a public place last night. Police were called, but there wasn’t anything reported on the news this morning. It indicated that they didn’t find anything worth investigating. When Selene said that there wasn’t anything in the parking lot and Olive speculated that the gunshot sound was a firework, I was almost convinced that I was hallucinating about seeing Ronny turning into a werewolf and Carson firing a silver bullet at him. For the record, it wouldn’t be the first time that the people around me tried to guilt trip me about something. Nathan told me that I wasn’t hurt by a hunter six years ago. Dad was pressed by his position as a Tribe Elder and didn’t want to cause a panic, so he kept asking me to repeat the details of the attack to assure himself. The only good thing that came out of it was Dad finally decided that it was indeed a hunter and we had to save ourselves.
At the moment, I almost screamed, “What the hell?! Are we some kind of cleaning service now?!” After the nightmare drained me, I had no energy to proceed a complain. Had I known about the job details, which included doing tiny little errands, I probably wouldn’t have signed up with the homecoming committee. There’s no way I would do this again for the proms next time. My voice croaked, “Noooooo!” as I laid myself back to the bed and took another pillow to cover my face, but Olive, being the annoying early bird that she was, snatched it right away. “Just so you know, Thea. I had to go home with those boybands because the school area had to be sterilized!” She whined. “To repay all of that, you have to be with me until we’re done cleaning up.” I groaned indignantly. If I didn’t know better, I could’ve growled loudly to make scare her away, or at least, to make her step down from my bed. “You went home with Jim last night. Eleven-years-old you wo
The Full Moon tonight looked brighter than I had ever seen before. Standing under the moonlight, I spread out my hands, receiving the warmth and rays that made me feel stronger. The Children of the Moon, people once said about werewolves. Ever since the Dark Ages happened, werewolves adjusted their lifestyles, including everything about transforming and not calling themselves 'Lycans' anymore.When I was enjoying the moonlight, a blood-curling scream was heard from the dark woods behind me. I was frozen for a second, realizing that it was my mother’s voice, screaming for help.“Mom!”Panic ran down my body as my feet started to move fast. Deep into the woods, I followed her shrilling voice to the spring. A silhouette was seen standing on one of the big stones on the edge of the water.“Mom! Are you okay?” I asked through my panted breaths as I slowed my steps down. Coming closer to the body of water, I could see it glistening
The mention of the worst species of werewolves sent the room into a frenzy. “There is only one Beast that we know of,” Nathan recovered himself from a shock, “and he died hundreds of years ago.” “I’m not talking about the Fallen Beast. I’m talking about its descendants,” Dad clarified, and then he glanced at me, “and I think your friend is one of them.” A hard gasp came out of my mouth. I still could not believe that Ronny was a werewolf, and now Dad said that he was the descendant of the vilest and most brutal creature of Lycanthrope that caused the biggest war in the history? “If such creature existed, we should have known. Even Thea could have sensed it," said Nathan. Very smooth. Nobody realized that he was belittling me with those words, except me, of course. It happened all the time that everybody would normalize setting Thea as the lowest example. "It was called 'Fallen Beast' for a reason. He was an exceptional Lycan who showed differe
You would expect the former Elder Tribe to act as fast as he could after hearing about how one of his kinds was severely hurt in a public place. My dad, however, didn’t move an inch. The cold breeze swirled around the living room. The more silence my dad made, the more I sunk into the grey couch. “‘Again’?” Surprisingly, Elliott was the first one to break the uncomfortable silence. “He was shot before?” I nodded. Elliott didn’t know the whole story, so I waited for a cue from my dad to spill more, but he looked unbothered. He stared blankly at the coffee table. His minds were probably wandering elsewhere, but it was exactly how he would look like when he had to make a decision. “How? You just found out that he was a werewolf,” Elliott chuckled. It certainly beat him that he didn’t know what happened, but he put a wall around his raging curiosity out of respect for my dad. “Does it matter now? We have to help him,” I sniffled, and then stared a
After I had my first transformation, it wasn’t exactly rainbows and unicorns. My life as a full wolf had just begun. The first few months, shifting was the most painful. The wolf part of me took the dominance as soon as the Full Moon appeared. Dad said I had to let it out because it would just hurt me inside out if I kept holding it in. The thing was, I always fought against it. Even when I learned to shift whenever I wanted, I just couldn’t take full control of me, which was why it always resulted in a big pain. Nathan told me the only way to have a smooth transformation was to make a deal with it and make it a win-win situation for both of us, otherwise we would lose at some point in this inside battle. Seeing Wolf Ronny in front of me with an uncontrollable fury and pain in front of me took me back to those days. I was only a kid, but I had to go through it to win. It seemed like Ronny was unfortunate enough not to have someone like my dad to train me. If
When Burn to Ashes finished their second song on the stage, I was already on my 14th ‘I told you so’ to Olive. I wouldn’t stop until she finally admitted how good they were. “You win, Thea, so please stop saying that,” Olive gave up. “Yes, they’re good and Mrs. Keener looks happy. Are you satisfied?” I still didn’t wipe the smile off my face. “Very,” I said. “This unreasonable bad blood between you and Jim needs to stop, to be honest.” “Sorry, I don’t take any more of your non-sense requests,” Olive scoffed as she folded her hands. Her eyes went elsewhere and she grumbled again. “Ronny’s finally here. I’m going to smack him for troubling everyone this afternoon.” I blocked her way with my body. “Give him a break, Olive,” I said. “That’s what team is for, remember? You cover for someone, being a reliable back-up.” “You’re starting to sound like my dad before the big game,” she sneered. “Yo, team! One for all and all for one!” I giggled
I was waiting for Olive to come when Dad arrived from the Sheriff’s office. He was holding a brown paper bag with a frown across his face. “Are there any news?” Mom who was just came back from the laundry room to take my jacket looked worried. Before he replied, he looked around. “Where’s Nathan?” “He already left with Selene,” I replied. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that he would leave me alone even though Olive and I could fit into his car and we could go to the school together. “The Sheriff confirmed that the bullets in Rick’s rifle were indeed silver,” Dad notified. “The good news is he didn’t seem to have any idea what were they for. He just thought that Rick liked to experiment on hunting.” “There’s nothing good comes out of this,” I whined. “Dad, he was a hunter—a werewolf hunter. It can only mean that the man who was with him was a hunter as well. God knows how many more of them out there.” “Yes. It was probably Sam Johnson,