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Davina’s POV

“What the hell?” I yelp as I stare at myself in the mirror with wide gaping eyes.

I had just woken up from my sleep and headed into the bathroom to wash my face and start the day fresh, when I noticed the weirdest thing on the planet.

My eyes changed color over night!

“What… the… hell?” I say again in a shocked tone as I try to blink several times in case my mind was playing tricks on me or something.

No way!

Is this even possible?

“Wow! We look so sexy like that girl!” my wolf Rowena purrs in my head.

Give it to Rowena to see the sexiness in everything around us.

I hear running footsteps, before my twin sister Irena, knocks on the door and says warily “Davina? Are you okay? I heard you yelling all the way from the kitchen”

I open the door and show her my eyes, hoping she would tell me that they are the same boring dark blue eyes they have always been my whole life.

Her eyes widen when she looks at me, and I become certain that I didn’t go crazy and lose my freaking mind.

“Super cool contacts sis! Where did you get them? They really make your eyes pop” said Irena in an impressive tone.

“They aren’t contacts Irena! That’s what got me yelling. My eyes changed color over night! How freaky is that?” I said in a bewildered tone.

She frowned a little and inspected them for a while longer.

“Maybe we should call mom, she could cut her shift early and come take a look” she said warily, all sign of humor gone from her voice.

I shook my head “No, she doesn’t need to worry about this too, she’s got enough on her plate already. Let’s just wait until she comes at night”

She nods her head and says “Ok, but if you have trouble seeing or feel something weird in your vision we’re going to her at the hospital okay?”

I nod my head in agreement.

She goes back to the kitchen, while I go back to staring at the mirror.

My dark blue eyes have shifted into a dark violet blue combination now.

It was really eerie and weird.

Where did the violet color come from?

I sighed and decided to let it go for now.

Other than my change of eye color I was still the same girl.

Despite being twins, Irena and I weren’t identical in appearance. I mean we looked alike and everyone can know we are sisters if they didn’t know us, but you can distinguish between us, we can’t swap places and pretend we are each other.

I had straight platinum hair color that reached my lower back, big eyes, small straight nose, white complexion and pink full lips.

Irena had the same hair color, but she liked her hair short to her shoulders and always worked on it to make it wavy. I was a bit taller than her, and she was skinnier than me, while I had more curves. Our eye colors were identical dark blue, but not anymore now.

I was feeling agitated today, I don’t know why, but Rowena keeps asking me to let her out for a morning run.

I finish my breakfast quickly, and ask my sister if she wanted to run with me.

She said she wanted to catch on some of the house chores, so I left her and got out of the house in a hurry.

We were literally living in the middle of nowhere.

We were living in Devils Lake, an extremely small town in North Dakota.

In the middle of nowhere in that town, we were residing in a small, two bedroom, very old house, very deep in the woods.

It was just the three of us in here.

My mom, my twin sister, and me.

We were our own little pack of three.

We were not associated with any pack in North Dakota, although there were many.

It has been like this since we were born.

Same town, same house, same people, for the past eighteen years.

I was so fucking bored of this dead beat town, of this dead beat life altogether.

I was mostly mad.

Mad at my mom for getting us stuck here forever. For not allowing us to leave it, even after finishing high school two months ago.

I had a huge fight with her last night about this.

Our voices could be heard from a mile away as we continued to shout and scream at each other in rage while Irena was trying to play the peacemaker, to no success.

We weren’t on speaking terms since last night.

That’s why I didn’t want to call her and talk to her about my weird eye color change.

I was so mad at her, secretly called her a control freak even.

She was trying to control our life and totally destroy any dream of mine to get out of here and truly live my life the way I wanted to.

Being stuck here for eighteen damn years made me want nothing more than to travel the world, without stopping, without residing anywhere, just moving and moving from one place to another. Meeting new people, making new friends, maybe hooking up with a man or two!

Was that so fucking impossible or hard to ask for? What was wrong with that please tell me?

Because my mom looked like she was about to have a heart attack when I told her all this.

I mean maybe she freaked out a little about the hooking up part; which wasn’t exactly wise of me to speak about, but I was trying to deliver a freaking message here! I wanted to live my life, period.

It wasn’t like I was telling her that I wanted to fall in love, have butterflies swarming inside my stomach from kissing the man I loved or have his kids, because frankly, that is never ever and I mean never ever ever ever going to happen. Not in a million years from now.

I only meant that I wanted to feel what it was like to be kissed or have sex, because these two never happened to me, or my sister. It was never going to happen either, if we stay stuck in here like this!

It wasn’t like I was telling her I wanted to go off and look for my mate! Which was a very touching subject to my mother.

Her mate; unfortunately my father, rejected my mother eighteen years ago, breaking her heart forever.

She left the pack she was living in with him, came here, and stayed.

She soon after, discovered that she was pregnant with us, but she made no contact with our father to let him know about her pregnancy.

He was never aware that he had two twin girls who hated his guts and wanted nothing to do with him.

I always asked her when I was little about the reason he rejected her, but she would never tell it to me.

She would always say that I was too young to know the reason.

Even now, after I became eighteen, she still says I’m too young to know the whole thing.

It didn’t matter really, what ever that reason was, it made me decide that I never wanted to meet my mate or lay eyes on him, if I did, I would reject him right away and save my self from the heart ache.

“Speak for yourself honey, I want to meet my mate and jump all over his beeswax, I can’t fucking wait” said Rowena with excitement.

“That’s never going to happen…. Honey. Because I will make sure that he and his wolf will lose their freaking attachments if they so much as lay a finger on me” I retorted.

Rowena snorted and said sarcastically “Yeah, we’ll see about that”

“Wanna bet?” I said determinedly.

“What do I get out of it?” she countered.

“You get to take control of my body for a whole day. How about that?” I suggested.

“Can’t wait to prove you wrong. It’s on baby girl” she said amusingly.

I found myself laughing despite my shitty mood.

That’s what I love about my wolf Rowena. She always tries to see the light in the darkest of things.

She is always the glass half full.

She is my best friend, after my sister Irena.

“What are we going to do Rowena? I don’t want to go against my mother and disappear out of here in the middle of the night. But she’s giving me no choice. She wants to keep us here indefinitely, and she won’t give me one good reason for that” I said sadly, my short lived good mood disappeared as fast as it came.

“Perhaps you could talk to her again. Gently this time, no yelling or losing your shit in front of her like last night. That was a complete disaster. I was two seconds away from taking control and taking everything you said to her back. You were too freaking harsh on her, you hurt her feelings in case you didn’t notice” she said seriously.

“Thanks for making me feel shittier than I already was. I know I’ve hurt her, sometimes I don’t have a filter on my mouth, what can I say? You should have taken over before things escalated between us” I said sulkily.

“Well I tried, but you kept pushing me down, and then it was too late”

Argh! The horrible things I said to her last night.

If I was her I would never forgive me for saying what I said.

I called her selfish and Heartless…among other things.

I said my piece and left her with a look of utter hurt on her face, without turning back, I slammed my room door shut and didn’t see her ever since.

She is currently working a double shift at the town hospital.

She is a hard working nurse who dedicated all her life to take care of us and provide for us. All on her own, without anyone’s help.

And I had the audacity to call her selfish!

My guilt intensified on my way back home after the morning run.

I went inside the house and decided to do something to earn her forgiveness.

“Irena! Do we have brown sugar?” I called my sister from the kitchen where I was putting down all the ingredients I needed on the kitchen table.

She came over from our room and stared at what I was doing in wonder.

“What are you doing?” she asked me quizzically.

“I’m looking for brown sugar. I want to make chocolate chip cookies before mom comes back from work. They’re her favorite” I answered her.

She stares at me without saying anything for a while, then she blurts out “Did the weird violet blue eyes change your personality too? Are you actually going to be the one to apologize first? Who are you and what did you do to my sister?”

She was referring to the fact that I never apologize to mom when we fight and stop talking to each other for days, sometimes a whole week. She always ends up being the one to apologize to me even though I was the one to hurt her more than she hurt me. She did that because I never wavered and apologized first, never.

I look at her sadly “Am I such a horrible daughter?”

She answers me softly “You’re not horrible, you’re just too emotional and stubborn. Your emotions always get the best of you and you blurt them out, you don’t keep them in you and think about how the other person will feel after you say them. But it’s good to know that somethings can change…. The brown sugar is in the cabinet behind you, I’ll help you out”

The kitchen smelled so good by the time we took the cookies out of the oven.

“She is going to be over the moon as soon as she gets in through the door, I’m telling you” my sister says excitedly as she examines our work.

I go to my room and busy myself with my laptop for the rest of the day.

As my mom’s expected arrival time approaches, I head to the kitchen and start preparing the table with Irena.

“Oh my god! Do I smell cookies? I so needed this treat after this long ass day” I heard my mom saying so joyfully from the kitchen entrance.

I had my back to her as I was washing vegetables for the salad I was making.

“It was Davina’s idea. She wanted to do something for you” my sister said subtly.

Oh Irena, my peacemaker loving sister.

I turned to my mom and started to mentally prepare for a long deep apology.

When our eyes met, the cookie she was about to bite into, fell to the ground and broke apart.

She sprinted towards me, put her hands on the top of my shoulders, and kept staring deeply into my eyes.

“Oh my god! Davina” she whispered so low, I could barely hear her voice.

I said hastily “Yeah, the eyes are a bit weird I know, I was hoping you might have a medically reasonable explanation for this”

She gulped and I watched the color drain from her face, and horror fill her eyes.

I furrowed my eyebrows. Okay, not the reaction I was expecting exactly.

“Mom? What’s wrong? Is it something serious?” my sister comes to stand next to us, looking between me and mom in worry.

“How long have your eyes been like that?” she asked me tightly.

“Since I woke up this morning”

Her eyes widen at my response “Morning? Why didn’t you call me? You should have called me right away!” my mom yells at me.

She puts one of her hands over her forehead as she lets go of me and paces back and forth in anxiousness.

She turns to us and says sternly “Go put your shoes on. We’re getting out of here, right now”

“Will you tell me what’s wrong first?” I said coldly.

I didn’t like the way she was handling this, it felt like a disaster was approaching and I didn’t even know why.

“NOT RIGHT NOW! GO” She screamed at us hysterically.

We both flinched at the same time. We’ve never seen her like this before.

She went into her room and we went to ours to wear our shoes.

We were out of the house in an instant and about to head into mom’s car, when a powerful icy cold voice said from behind us “It’s kind of rude to leave right as your guests arrive, don’t you think?”

We all turned around to look at the source of that voice.

My mom instinctively jumped in front of us, and tried to keep us hidden behind her body.

A single naked man was standing in front of us.

He looked to be in his twenties with shoulder length straight blond hair, and a thin trimmed blond beard.

Power and authority was emanating from his hazel eyes, clearly distinguishing him as an alpha.

What was he doing here?

In all of my eighteen years of living in this house, we never ran into other werewolves, never.

I couldn’t help but connect that coincidence with my mom’s sudden panic attack over my changed eye color.

“Which of you is the violet eyed werewolf?” asked the alpha viciously.

A tremor ran down my body as soon as I heard his question.

How does he know about that?

I never had the chance to ask him anything as he said sarcastically “Never mind, that’s not the right place to ask questions. Take them all”

Suddenly, we were all hit with some kind of darts that were shot from somewhere behind that alpha.

As soon as the darts made contact with my skin, I felt a searing fire run through my entire body, and my connection to my wolf Rowena shuts down.

I fell to my knees as the pain intensified until black spots started to form in my vision, and I slowly began to lose my consciousness.