Chapter 2

~MAYA POV

I feel the sunlight on my face, I don’t understand how but I am sure I closed the curtains last night before I went to bed. As I heard fast loud footsteps sounding near me, I felt a mesmerizing warmth slowly spreading throughout my body. I turn away from the sunlight, my eyes still closed I yawn back to sleep but was cut short by a tap on my body. I groaned sleepily turning to the other side. As I felt another tap on my body, I slowly opened my eyes, and a soft smile came to my face as I saw Victoria standing by the bedside.

"Good morning," I mumbled; my voice barely above a whisper because of just waking up.

"Breakfast time Maya, get up or you’ll be late."

I groan turning away from her "Do I have to wake up now?"

"Yes, you do now get up." She says pulling the pillow away.

"Oh lord." I groan while sitting up. "Did you have to do that?"

"Go." She instructs pointing at the door.

I roll my eyes and stood up from the bed, as I walk to the bathroom door, I turn to look at her "Just to be clear……"

"Bathroom." She cut me off throwing a towel at me.

"Fine," I mumbled heading into the bathroom.

Starting with a quick shower, and then going to brush my teeth and fix my hair. I stared at my reflection. Tall. Slim. Blond-haired and maybe beautiful. I don’t know if I’m beautiful or not, I grew up hearing different criticism about my face probably because I have a scar on my cheekbone. I got that scar when I was ten, and since then it became a part of me as well as the dark memories behind it.

The hot water from the shower loosen my strained muscle, and I hurriedly wash my hair and body. After I was done taking a shower, I wrap the towel around my wet body, I hear Victoria calling my name again but I decided to ignore her. I know she’s nervous mostly scared about me leaving, and I know why and understand that she’s scared for me, I have never stayed anywhere that’s not home, well I shouldn’t say home but I grew up here. I live in a small yet comfortable cottage with Victoria; Victoria is like a mother to me, she is everything I have and everything I need. Victoria is a werewolf, but she’s the good one. The one thing I learned is that, just, the way there are bad and good humans there are also bad werewolves; ominous. Victoria is the only one I can testify as a good werewolf, the rest are all evil.

The last five years were very tough especially because I haven’t left the house, I was very scared of leaving the house, and after an attack by some pack of werewolves, Victoria advised me to never leave the house again. That incident was very disquieting, it made me have nightmares. I still don’t understand why they chose to attack me, there were many people in the market but they chose to attack just me. I would have said they sensed my blood but they aren’t Vampires and even if they sensed me they won’t kill me because sensing me means that I’m their mate and no werewolf will try to kill his mate, right?

I once tried talking Victoria into letting me leave the house but that didn’t go well, she was very mad at me, and for a moment I felt it wasn’t about the attack but something else because it’s so unusual for her to get mad. Victoria always says it’s risky to leave the cottage since the outside is filled with vampires, shifters, and most importantly werewolves. But that wasn’t a good enough reason as the cottage was several miles away from them.

After creaming up my body, I quickly wore blue jeans with a knitted cardigan. I brought out a pair of white sneakers which is my favorite; Victoria bought them for me on thanksgiving, I just love them, and to me, they are good luck because on that very day I started wearing them, Victoria agreed on letting me out of the cottage, that was after many years of disagreement.

I put the shoes on and I quickly took my heart pendant and put it; the one thing I have from my mom. This pendant means everything to me, I wondered what mom stored in the heart, I would have opened it long ago but Victoria has no idea where the key was. I always asked Victoria about my parents but she never said anything worthwhile, all she says is that the less I know the better but I don’t think of it that way, I think the more I know the better.

Glancing at my reflection before I head out of the room, I weakly smiled at my scar, I always wondered if it will fade away but I guess it’s a part of me now. I don’t usually care about my appearance but seriously I don’t like having a scar on my face. It makes me feel like an outcast even more than being a human does.

As I head out of the room, I hear Victoria shouts my name. She always does that, I sometimes wonder if her throat doesn’t hurt her, she’s always shouting, it’s either, Maya does this, Maya gets up, Maya the breakfast is ready. For an old lady, shouting isn’t gonna help her. As I hear Victoria shout my name for the third time in a roll, I instantly cut her off "You don’t have to shout, I’m already here," I say standing across the room.

She stares at me with a smile on her face "You look great."

"Thanks, it’s the old cardigan you sewed for me last Christmas."

"I know and I can’t believe you wore it."

"Why, I like it."

"Yeah, but you didn’t like it that time. You told me that you’re too old for a cardigan." She says laughing a little bit.

"In my defense, I was eighteen back then and I thought that eighteen year old don’t wear cardigans." I chuckle softly as I remembered how I started an unnecessary argument last Christmas, but it’s not my fault as I can’t tell what ladies wear these days, I have been in this house for years without going out for once so yes, I can be a bit unpredictable.

"Do you really have to go?" She asks placing two plates on the table. She then turns to face me pouting like a baby.

"Says the lady that woke me up from bed because I was getting late." I chuckle as I sat down. "I will be fine, Victoria."

"I hope so," She sighs "But you need to be careful, you know you’re different from them."

"Different makes me special, and unique," I say confidently

"It does but not in that house."

"I can handle them, just trust me." I weakly smiled as I recalled what she told me about those ominous werewolves.

"If anyone finds out...."

"Come back." I complete the sentence, rising an eyebrow to ensure I was right.

"Yes, just come back."

"No one will find out, I will be fine and besides I won’t be alone" I assured

Victoria would never let me go to a werewolf land alone, and I couldn’t possibly get into the palace without any help and lucky for me, I got both. I got a way to get into the palace and found a way to convince Victoria. Right now, all I want is to find out the truth, I don’t care if I get caught, but all I know is that I’m not coming back without finding out everything. I have to know what happened that night, who it was.

After breakfast, well, after numerous you don’t have to go, it’s not late to back out from Victoria, she escorted me to the door.

"I don’t think I can let you leave." She says

"There is no going back on your words, you said….."

"I know." She cuts me off "I know I said that but I just didn’t expect it to be soo soon." She sighs

"You don’t have to worry, I will be fine," I say pulling her into a hug.

I may or may not be fine, I don’t care. I just know that I’m not coming back without my answers and in the end, everything will be alright.

"Take care," I say pulling her out of my grip.

I know Victoria is scared for me, but this is my decision, I have to do this. I’ve been living my life scared of what will happen, scared of what they will say, and most importantly scared of those evil eyes I saw ten years from now. But not anymore.

Living in a house of werewolves won’t be easy but It can’t be that hard either. For Victoria, I’ll take on a vow that no matter what happens, I won’t let them get to her.

My mother once told me that "Those who give up are weaker than those who fight back but lose, because one day those ominous memories will hurt more than the pain they got from of it and when it does, it will raise a vengeance.”

And this is the only saying of hers that I can remember. I now understand what she meant by that, after spending five years knowing that my enemies are out there freely, it hurts me more than the memories did.

It’s time I venge on the wolves.