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2024-10-29 19:42:56"Oh, Wrenley, you're home. I thought you'd be back later than this. Oh! Also, I found your mother's old yearbook." Grandma grabs the thick book off of the dining table and flips to a page she had marked. She points to a small picture of a guy. "That's him. He's your mother's first love. John Aymon."
I glance at the image for a second before hurriedly taking off my shoes and bag and jacket. "Grandma, where's mom? She wasn't on the porch working."
"Why, she's gone to the grocery store to pick up a few things." I think for a moment before stepping back into my shoes and tugging my jacket back on. "Where are you going, dear?" Grandma asks.
"I'm going to go find her."
"I'm sure she'll be home soon. Just wait here and I'll make you a snack.
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I follow Vivianne to her bedroom upstairs as her mom continues to talk things through with my own. Vivianne's room is neat and tidy. The books on her bookshelf are ordered by color, and under her bed are baskets labeled according to their contents. I sit down on a chair that hangs from the ceiling while she crashes onto her bed, covering her head with a fluffy pillow. I stare up at the chair's connection to the ceiling above and feel as if the thing is going to pop right out and send me tumbling to the ground."This is all my fault," Vivianne whines, her voice muffled. "How could I be so reckless? So stupid? I shouted in front of everyone!""Yeah, I know," I say, getting up from the chair. "Did you mean what you said about me? Do you really think of me that way?"Vivianne comes up for
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Adam leads the way up the porch steps and to the front door. He knocks then peers back at me. I stand like a child who has been called to the principal's office. I'll do whatever they want as long as I'm not in trouble. I'll agree to anything as long as things can continue between Adam and I. Hollow footsteps sound inside and grow louder. Through the fogged and distorted glass window on the door, I watch a figure reach for the handle and push down. A woman is revealed on the other side. "Adam," she says, her voice unwavering."Mother."I take in a sharp breath. Her gaze glides to me. "Hello," I say, trying my best to sound relaxed. "I'm Wrenley.""Of course," his mother says, not overtly obvious about her distaste, but the hints are there, hidden in the layers. "Come in, I want this to
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I enter the house as I listen to Adam drive off. Immediately I'm bombarded by my mom. She comes out of nowhere and takes me down the hall, her hand gripped tightly on my arm as her eyes watch for grandma. I can hear her in the kitchen; it's nearly dinner time. My mom ignores my questioning whispers and brings me into her bedroom. She closes and locks the door behind us."Why did you leave?" She asks lowly. "Y-You went off with that guy without asking. You can't do that."I straighten myself up. "I had to talk to him about everyone finding out. It's not that big of a deal. It's just Adam.""It's notjust Adam. I don't know Adam. For all I know, Adam is some freak monster luring you in to kill you and eat you.""So you bel
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I turn on the lamp that's sat on top of my dresser. The pink lampshade makes my room glow with a feminine warmth, and it shines through the glass of my window; a signal so he can find his way home. It's dark out there, so bone-chillingly dark that I nearly fear for him before realizing thatheis the greatest danger in those woods.A thick cover of clouds masks the moon, but I feel close to her. I glance back the wooden charm strung on my headboard. I like to think that it helps me sleep, like a dream-catcher. It makes me feel like a part of their world. If Adam's mother won't approve of me, then the moon goddess will. The woman from that shop on the water said that she loves all her children and those who love her children. Being mated to one of her children must be beyond qualifying, but are all these feelings and things I'm experiencing—is this bond love? If I
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I walk to Lycanthropy class with Vivianne. When I told her that there was no ceremony, she was surprised. Apparently there's always been some sort of celebration, small or large. From what Adam supposedly told me last night, I can tell that he isn't on the best terms with his family right now, and I can't help but feel it's because of me. The last thing I want is to tear him away from his family, but I also don't want to start hating myself again for being human. I've just begun to get over it, and as usual, something has to try and drag me back. I'm scared of a situation where Adam may have to choose me or his parents, yet I feel like he's already made his decision. Would I ever risk my relationship with my mother for him? Now that I think about it, my immediate dedication to Adam scares me.How could I trade in an eighteen-year relationship with my mom for someone I have known for not
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"Stay here?Now?"Adam stands before me as I feel like the bed is starting to digest what's fallen into its trap. I sit helplessly and hope that I'm swallowed before anything else can be said."I know it's a big idea to throw out there.""Big?" I question sarcastically. "I-I—I knew something like this was going to happen. I walk into the house and act like it's all casual, but I-I knew it couldn't be that easy. I thought we were going slow?""I've been trying to, Wrenley. I want you to be comfortable; I just think that we would be better off living together," he explains.I glance down at my school uniform. I don't feel like a teenager, or at least I'm not suppose
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I wake suddenly with a dry throat. My blankets lay heavily on me, suffocating me, so I shove them off, feeling the air cool down my hot limbs. The clock reads12:04 p.m.; how did I sleep for so long?The smell from my nightmare lingers in my bedroom, making me sick. I can still feel its teeth grazing against my shoulder before chomping down and startling me awake. I knew I wouldn't be able to let go of the rogue. No matter what Adam tells me, nothing will calm my nerves. It's in my dreams now. It won't leave me alone.My stomach aches and I know it's because I miss him. It took me hours just to fall asleep last night, having to ignore the longing that's like a stone in my chest. How long has it been since I stayed the night at his house? Almost two days. I used to last longer than this, but things are different now. I feel
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Once I make it back home and dress behind the house, I come to the front and find him leaving through the front door. "Adam!" I call and hurry towards him. "Where are you going?"He takes a breath. "Good, you're back. Stay inside—my mother is on her way. She'll stay with you here.""But where are you going? Don't tell me you're going with them into the mountains.""No. I'm going to the north border to meet the group when they arrive back. I made some calls and sent Ben to the town hall.""I—okay. When will you be back?" I ask, tired of being apart. It feels like every time we are reunited, something is wedged between us, keeping us from each other. I miss the days when our biggest worry was whether or not my mom would be w
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If he was cold, I could warm him. Hot, I could cool him. Dead, I could revive him.I wake on the hard stones of the beach, empty and alone. The night gives way to day as the sun begins to break through in shades of orange and pink, yellow, and beyond—the lightest blue. The blood that drained from within me has dried, and I shed my clothes to wash them and myself in the ocean.The godly strength I felt is gone, but the ocean water is not frigid against my skin. Overwhelming hunger has surfaced, but the great understanding I once had has dimmed. I'm one of them now. I can feel the need to shift inside me, but I'm scared of how it will feel; how I may change not only physically, but mentally.My stomach thunders, furious from starvation.
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Coughs erupt from my throat as I crawl out of the water and up the pebbled beach. My nails dig into the rocks as I heave out one last croak and collapse onto my back. The night has consumed the light of day, but the cover of dark won't hide me from him. He's coming for me, and my baby isn't safe.My chest rises and falls rhythmically as my eyes study the night sky. His voice sounds in my head, toying with me. I manage to climb further up the beach until the waves can't reach me. I don't know how far I am from Waindale, or how close I am to the mountains. The forest stands like I wall, masking the lay of the land.My growing baby eats up a majority of my father's power, but I use the rest to replenish my tired limbs. However, the longer I rest to heal myself, the more my father's looming presence devours me, stealing all forms of rationa
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In the middle of the library, I lay flat on my back and stare up at the intricate ceiling. Crown molding and other carvings rope along it like white vines and knot together at the center point of the roof. Aimed directly underneath it, I close my eyes and recall what I read in one of the many books I've studied from my father's collection. I couldn't find any information about teleportation or any sort of traveling similar to the mysterious vanishing he does, but I did read about astral projection, and if there's a possibility of seeing Adam again, I'm going to give it a try.I let a wave of relaxation wash over me slowly from my feet, up my legs, over my torso, down my arms and through my neck until lastly, my face relaxes as well. With steady, deep breaths I feel myself sinking into my mind, drowning until it feels like my body is melting into the floor. A sense of isolation takes over
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I'll do anything he wants. I'll agree to anything as long as Adam's safety is secured.Ester's voice fades with distance. The only things audible are my heavy breaths and the frantic beating of my own heart in my ears. I hurry through the trees like a blind woman guided by the hand of another, trusting in the abilities that I know will turn on me. Forest surrounds me, and just when I begin to feel trapped in the lush illusion, voices surface. I chase after them. I power through the brush until the jarring presence of my father taints the air. He leaves a trail of pollution everywhere he goes as if his presence on earth defies the laws of nature.The voices morph into words. It's Adam. I'm sure he can sense that I'm near, but I can't risk being caught by him. My father is hunting my mate, and I am hunting my father.
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I watch Adam and he lays peacefully beside me, the morning sun just beginning to rise and trickle into our bedroom. Abstract shapes of yellow sun are cast over the room, rectangles stretched on the wood floor and the cream walls, and I used to stare at them before getting out of bed. But now that Adam is here with me, I can look at him like I used to. I used to lay here and listen to his steady breaths. It wasn't often that I'd wake up before him, but with my father's power, my sleep schedule has been anything but normal.It's not a new concept to me anyway—to be awake at all the wrong times.Just as I note the pleasant silence, the bedroom door slowly opens. Ester pokes her head through, sees that I'm awake, then proceeds toward me with a tall glass of concentrated vitamins. She likes to juice things for me.
