Every girl turns sixteen and is one step into her happily ever after in my pack, but when I turn sixteen, my world changes, and not in the happily ever after kind of way. I'm not who I thought I was, and nothing in my life is as a normal sixteen year old werewolf's should be...not even my mate. Between all the secrets and the new life I have to live, will I survive when the secrets get too far, or will I die like all the others before me?
View MoreI stare at King incredulously, because what he just said can’t be right. “What do you mean, you think you know how you can save me, King, I still haven’t shifted, can’t shift. Have you forgotten?”“Oh no, I haven’t. However, you’ve changed, Mars, just like a shifter would. Your senses are sharper, and you’ve even changed physically, hell, you had the signs of a shifter about to change before your birthday. If that doesn’t make you a werewolf, then I don’t know what will.” He slowly gets up and starts to pace and my eyes track his movements as my mind races and my chest fills with hope. “If we can convince my dad of this, then we don’t need to have this noose around our necks anymore, you’ll be free and so will I. We can be together without worrying about a damn clock ticking.”“Can we really do this?” he pauses to look at me, his eyes light with this renewed hope and energy, and I want so much to fall headfirst into it, but there’s a little doubt and fear keeping me grounded. If I ge
The following weeks after the Penelope incident are fast-paced. Time is still running out, and King, Ansel and I still haven’t found a way to make me shift. We have a week more to the claiming ceremony, and I’m more nervous than ever...maybe even scared. I don’t want to die. So far, my life is going well, and I don’t want to leave it behind, I’m not ready to die.King and I are still working on our friendship, we are getting closer by the day. We spend almost everyday together at some point. We talk and laugh and on the rare occasion when we are overwhelmed and frustrated with how things are, we argue, but we get over it quickly and bounce back. Sometimes I go to his place when we have to go to the river after school and he has to change. I just stand at the door and wait for him because I know that to some degree, I’m still not welcome. Sometimes his mom sees me, invites me in and proceeds to do the small talk thing with me, but whenever his dad sees me, the glares and sneers he send
True to his word, just as I hear the dinner table being set and smell the aroma of delicious food wafting up, there is a knock on my door and at my muffled response, Richfield walks in. The sun is setting and I don’t have lights on in my room, so his face is shrouded in darkness, and even though I can see clearly now, I avert my gaze because I’m still ashamed of my earlier behaviour towards him.“Mars, it’s dinnertime, if you want to, you can change and then we’ll go.”We?He wants to wait for me? Why?“You don’t need to wait for me, I’ll just pull on some sweatpants and head down.” I get up from where I’m seated at my study table reading through my Art History assignment and making corrections, and head towards my closet. He ignores me and sits on my bed, and I take the hint and go get changed. When I get back, he is right where I left him, and when he sees me, he stands up and head towards the door. However, when he opens it, I reach over and grab his sleeve tentatively, unsure in h
I just stand and stare at King’s mother, the luna. With her straight brown hair like her son’s, held up in a bun on top of her head, and beautiful brown eyes, not like her son’s; he inherited his dad’s eyes, she is a stunning lady. She is short, at least shorter than King, and slim. She looks like how I imagine a mother will look. She is in a green dress that reaches her knees, and a neon orange apron that has ‘World’s best chef...sorry, mom’ written on it, and it’s so playful that I’m sure King bought it for her, and has a ladle in her hand, and looking closely, I can see there’s stew on the ladle, she was cooking. I know she’s not old, although she’s not so young either, she should be in her mid forties. Werewolves tend to age really slowly after we turn twenty, so it’s no surprise that she’s still really pretty and young looking. I’ve seen her dressed up, and she is breathtaking when she needs to be. However, she is currently glaring at me and her son because of Penelope, and I fee
True to my assumption, when I shut my locker after getting the things I need for the day, I find King standing right there, leaning against the adjoining locker like you see in movies. I scoff and chuckle.“What’s funny?” he asks as he stands straight and is facing me like I’m facing him.“Nothing, some things are reserved for my mind alone.” I answer sassily even though I’m fighting off a smile and the amusement I find from this.“Oh yeah?” he leans in and I take a step back.“Mr. Wright, if you have nothing better to say to me, then I suggest you leave me alone, I have an important class to get to, and dare I say it’s way more important than you are.” I could never star in a movie, acting is just not my calling, because one look at his face has me bursting out in a fit of giggles. So much for the nonchalant mean girl vibe I was going for. “You suck at acting, it’s just not in your blood.” He laughs but is cut off by a voice that has the laughter melting off our faces.“Yeah, she su
For the next few hours, the two boys make me do various things to test my senses. I am given a few different leaves from different plants across the river and into the thicket of trees to smell and then go look for the plants the leaves were plucked from and bring back a leaf to compare. And I did all that blindfolded, but I had King guiding me so I didn’t hurt myself while searching. I pass that with flying colours after searching for almost two hours, because Ansel doesn’t give any easy tasks, and neither does he apologise for your burning tongue or runny nose at the end of the day...I’ll keep that in mind next time.By the time I walk through the front door, I feel horrible, and everything hurts...and to think that I have to meet them tomorrow to continue...I just want to cry.“Hey, Ki...” Richfield trails off as he passes me in the hallway, pausing to take a good look at me. “What is...?”“Don’t ask.” I cut him off and trudge upstairs and to my room. He just raises his hands in su
It’s been exactly a week since my birthday, and King and I have been working hard to make me shift, we’ve been thinking of a way out of the whole murder me deal, but still nothing. Even though my hope is beginning to waver, King is determined that we’ll get out of this somehow. And believe it or not, his best friend; Ansel is helping us out. However, his best friend; Andy, doesn’t want to so much as look at me, and when he does, it’s with so much anger and disgust. Every chance he gets, he wants to pick on me, and if not for King in his way, he’d have punched my face into a locker or a wall or maybe even a floor by now. He is without a doubt the douchebag to end all douchebags. Well, when we put him out of the equation, we have Penelope being a bitch to end all bitches. She is doing everything she can to make me look bad and be hated, almost like she’s forgotten that I’m not the pack’s favourite person. She’s telling lies and spreading rumours about me, she’s calling me names and bein
“Who were you talking to, yourself, or the moon goddess?” I look up to find King staring down at me. I didn’t notice him come, that’s probably why Aria left so soon. He’s standing in the way of the sun, so I can look up at him and not feel like my eyes are burning.“Sorry, I didn’t see you come around.” I choose to ignore his question because even if he says he believes me, I still can’t shake off the thought that deep down, he thinks I’m crazy. He sits down beside me anyway, leaning against the nearest tree and stretching his legs out on the ground.“It’s okay, so who were you talking to?” He doesn’t want to let it go, and I want him to let it go, sooner rather than later.“Thanks for the gift, I like it. When did you get it in...and without Richfield noticing?” He eyes me and then sighs.“I’m not letting it go, Mars. I told you that I believe you, and you can talk to me...and you’re welcome. I didn’t know what to get you, but when I saw the sweater, I thought it would look good on y
I wake up very early in the morning, pull on some leggings, a t-shirt and sneakers, tie my hair up in a ponytail, then head out and go for a run to clear my head and prepare myself for the day. I run along the fields, parks, and even bypass the training grounds before coming back to the house to get ready for school. I meet Richfield when I enter the house, he’s lacing his boots in the living room. Looks like he’s going over to the training field. He raises his head when he hears me enter.“Hey Mars, went out for a run?” He stops lacing his boots and sits straight to talk to me.“Yeah, it’s pretty early and I decided why not?”“I see, anyone give you any trouble?”“Oh no, people weren’t out and about, so no. I’ll be going to school and just wanted to stretch my legs before then.” He cocks his brow at me.“Is that really a good idea? Are you sure you wanna do that?”“Yes, I can’t run away from this. I might as well start facing it, the faster the better.” He looks at me and then smiles
Head down, shoulders slouched.Head down, shoulders slouched. I repeat the mantra as I make my way across the halls. Monday mornings can always determine how the rest of the week goes. You either go unnoticed and have a good week, or you attract unnecessary attention and have a horrible week, and I am determined to have a great week this time around as I walk hurriedly down the hall that’s filled with chatter about weekend escapades and expectations for the week. And of course, this won’t be a high school if there’s no talk of boys in between and gossip and of course, complaints about tests and assignments.However, as the school...sorry, not just school but town outcast, I can’t partake in the chatter going on, just keep my head down and hurry towards the back of the school where the football field is. That is where I’ll stay safe till classes start. Unfortunately, I’m so focused on my escape that I don’t see Penelope De Flores aka the school’s queen, dating the school’s king, aka on
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