All Chapters of Holding A Wolf Heart.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Stella POV.You're not special, you can be one in a hundred, but do you know how many hundreds there are out in the world thousands of one in a hundred, you can be one in a million and still there are hundreds of those, you can be one in a billion and even then with seven point eight billion people out there, you're not the only one out there.My point is, you're not that special, there are others who are just like you, and there are ones who have it worse or have it better, don't be such a drama queen, you're not that special, you're just you.That's what I was taught growing up, I'm not that special, I shouldn't be feeling or thinking that I'm that one girl, that I'm the girl who's gonna wake up and take over the world, I'm not going to find the cure to cancer although it would be really cool if I do, but I'm not that smart in school I doubt that I'll be able to do it.My name is Stella, I'm sixteen years old, and I'm the most normal girl out there, I'm not special, I'm not someone

Stella POV."Ready to go?" Dad asked me, he saw the milk out of the fridge, and he said he was very proud of me for having milk and being healthy, I had to hold back my laugh, I was having coffee, but he didn't need to know that."I hate you, I hate the world, grrr," Finn says walking out, he was dragged out, and pushed toward the car, and he took a nap in the car as dad drove us toward the school, the whole place was covered by wood if I pay attention, I'll notice that there are other houses around, we're not the only ones out there, maybe if I scream my sound would be heard after all, I think to myself with a chuckle, I won't die a long and painful death after all."How are we gonna come back home?" I asked my mom, if they only have one car, and if dad is taking it to work, how would we move around?"You can take the bus," Mom said, and I looked at her with wide eyes."Mom, the bus? Really?" I asked her, maybe it's cool to get on the bus around here, but I had my doubts, taking the

Stella POV."Did you text mom?" I asked my brother, the whole place and area looked the same, everything looked so similar, I couldn't decide if we made it or not."I did, she's lost as well," Finn says with a groan, we have found the bus, we're not the only ones on the bus, but we're the lost ones, and we're the ones who don't even know where our home is."Great, how are we supposed to get home?" I say on the verge of tears, I was always the crybaby, and this whole place is driving me insane, this place is pushing me to the edge."We'll get off the next stop and walk until we find home," Finn says, it's the best plan any of us had so far, and so I agreed with him when we found the bus stop, we got out of the bus and started to walk, there are numbers, there are names of the streets, so you'd think we won't be lost."So where is home?" I ask Finn, hoping he knew the number of our home at least or the name of the street."No idea, text dad, you're his favourite," Finn says and I roll m

Stella POV.A strange number was calling me, I looked at my phone and looked at Mom, we're still in the car, we're going back home, the doctor's news wasn't that good, the doctor said I was a bit underweight, and that I need to take some kind of vitamins, I glared at the doctor as he kept on going talking about how the sun and the town weather would fix me up, would make me feel better, but I only glared at him, I'll be much better if I go back home."What's going on?" Mom asks me as I'm looking at my phone confused."A number is calling me, it's a strange one, no one knows my American number," I say, we didn't have time for me to switch numbers yet, so no one is supposed to know this number."Answer it, maybe it's your father," she says, but my dad was still using his American number as well, he messages and never calls, but maybe he's just worried about me, I answered the starnge number still very confused about who that is."Hello," I answer the phone."Stella, are you okay?" A voi

Finn POV."I don't understand why are you crying?" I ask my sister confused, she's a softie, she cries easily, and today is a bad day, I didn't want our parents to see her crying, they are good and nice and all, but if they find out she's crying about something stupid, which she most probably is crying about, they wouldn't be so nice or soft on her, favourite or not, dad isn't raising a softie, he's raising a bad bitch."I'm not crying," My older sister lies to me, I'm only fourteen but I can easily read her, I know when she's crying for real, and when she's just tired, she's lying about being tired, something made her cry."Liar, did someone hurt you? You just have to tell me and I'll deal with them," I say meaning every word I have said, I'll be there for my sister, older or younger, she's my sibling and I'll take care of her."No one hurt me," she says, and I believed her, but as I said she's sensitive."Then did someone say something that made you feel hurt?" I asked her in a soft