Freya
It was futile for me to beg my mother to let me stay. She'd already decided to depart with Jack first thing tomorrow morning.
I packed my stuff while in tears.
"Are you done yet?" my mother inquired, leaning against my door.
I threw my last pair of clothes into the suitcase and zipped it closed, not reacting to her.
"I called Mom and Zira, and they are overjoyed to have you," she let me know.
The suitcase crashed hard on the floor near my bed, and I dragged it past her outside to the car.
She followed me.
"Fine, I'll put up with your immature behavior. "I've been dealing with it for years," she complained as she closed the front seat of the automobile and buckled her seat belt.
When I saw Jack approaching the automobile, I rolled my eyes.
"Are you certain you don't want me to accompany you? It'll be lonely coming home alone," Jack said, lowering his head to hers.
"I'll be fine, babe," my mother assured him as she kissed him.
I felt like I wanted to hurl. I was so glad when the engine started.
"Take care, Freya," Jack had the nerve to wish me goodbye.
I pretended he wasn't there while I looked at the houses across the street, and I was soon on my way to a town I didn't want to be a part of.
It had been a long journey to The Town of Forgotten. A land that few people had heard of. But those who left there for a better life. The ones who were attached to it by birth.
I remember going there for the first time when I was six years old. My parents were getting divorced at the time. My mother drove me there because she needed emotional support. It was the first time her heart had been broken. I know because she won't let me forget.
I remembered how large and lush the land my grandmother and grandfather lived on was and how lovely it is. Anyone who enjoys nature would like to live there. A place that felt more like a forest than a city full of polluting factories. The air is crisp and clean, and the sound of the wild birds is calming.
"It will be better for you to stay with them," my mother murmured as we drove.
Yeah, so you can be alone with your man, I thought to myself.
As I saw the sign indicating that I was now in town, I tightened my seatbelt.
As soon as we arrived at our destination, I stepped out of the car and collected my suitcase from the trunk. Grandaunt Zira and Grandma Zoey were waiting for us on the porch. They came to greet us.
"Look how grown up and beautiful you are." Grandaunt embraced me. She smelled like earth and flowers, mostly soil, like her garden. Zira loved her garden. Mom once told me that when her husband left her, she sought solace in gardening, and my grandmother keeps hens. How unfortunate my mother's family is when it comes to men.
"You look exactly like your mother." It was my grandmother's turn to hug me, and she did so by first pinching my right cheek.
I detested how similar my mother's and my appearances were. I wish that weren't so. I was concerned about ending up in the same circumstances as her.
It was now my mother's time to be hugged.
"You look so happy." Grandaunt and Grandma studied my mother's features.
They had to make that remark since the last time they saw her, she was unhappy and shattered.
"I am!" Mom exclaimed, laughing.
I dragged my suitcase right up to the home. I needed to cry. It was the first time I'd been separated from my mother.
"Freya, I love you!" My mother yelled from behind me.
I swung around to look at her, and tears streamed down my cheeks.
"I'll call you every day. I promise," she said as she went into the car, as if she couldn't stand being here or away from Jack for too long. As her car drove away, I sobbed.
"Don't cry, darling." Zira came up to hug me. "You'll be fine here," she told me.
Grandma carried my suitcase upstairs while Zira and I trailed behind.
"You'll be staying in your mom's room," Grandma added as she set my suitcase down.
As I took in my new surroundings, I wiped my tears away. A modest blue-painted room with a picture that haunts me of my mother when she was younger and how similar we looked.
"Take your time and get settled, darling." Zira patted my back. "We'll be downstairs whenever you need us."
I gave a nod.
The door shut behind them as they left, and I went to remove the picture from the wall, hiding it in a drawer, and then went to sit on the bed. I sobbed. I didn't want to be here, nor did I want to be attending a new school.
Freya The moon is remarkable considering that it is constantly visible in the sky, no matter where you are. It's almost like it's keeping an eye on us. Why are the things that are out of your reach the ones that are closest to you? Like the sun, moon, and stars, but the ones closest to us appear to be the furthest away. I cried by the window the first night in my new house, just like I did at home. Looking up at the half-shiny moon in the sky. I didn't hide my puffy, red eyes from wailing all night in the morning when I went downstairs. There was no need to because what had happened to me was too sudden. As I walked into the kitchen, I was greeted by the overwhelming aroma of pancakes and chocolate syrup. Zira touched a strand of my long, black hair as Grandma brushed my cheek, sensing my gloom. Grandma brought my pancake and a steaming cup of peppermint tea to the dining room. I trailed her. "There you go, Hun," she said as she set it in front of me as I sat. "You'll be merry
Jurius "Jurius," I heard my father call. Immediately, I inserted my pen into my book and hid it under a rock before he caught me writing again. As the future alpha of the pack, my father wants me to concentrate on becoming stronger and a good leader. It is difficult to bear a big responsibility when you are only 18. "Son," he again called. "I'm here, dad." My voice directed him to me. I noticed he was not alone; my twin brother Tate was with him. Tate and I weren't identical twins. He too had a role to play; he was the future Beta of the pack. The second leader in case something should happen to me. Sometimes I wish he were the firstborn and I the second. Dad wasn't on his back like he was with me. Tate was free to do whatever he pleased and to even date humans. I could never do such a thing. My father feared his alpha son associating with a human. He thought they were weak. An alpha should never involve himself with the feeble. "Why are you from the pack? You should be guarding
Freya I would often go to the back of the house, hoping I would see that wolf again. It's been five days since I haven't seen it and a long time since I haven't heard from my mom. She promised she would call me every day. She lied. My head lowered miserably. Why do I always fall for my mom's promises? When will I learn that she will never fulfill any of them? I guess I hope that one day she will. It's disheartening to know that she would do anything for her lovers other than her own daughter. Why? Didn't I matter to her as well? I put down the new werewolf romance novel I was reading, another novel by A.K. Knight, Alpha Christian. It's about a powerful and kind alpha with a pure heart whose mate foolishly rejects him because of her father's hatred for him. I just hope they get back together; their love for each other was too beautiful to walk away from. It was the afternoon, so I went downstairs for a quick snack. "Emily," I heard my grandmother speaking to my mom on the phone jus
Jurius "Tonight is the full moon; are you nervous?" Kathara approached me and leaned on my blue Nissan pickup. "No," I answered with a bright smile, completely adding air to my tire. I lied; I was. Another rule of being the future alpha was that I was forbidden to show any emotion that made me seem weak to my pack. The pack was to always see only the strong side of me and never the weak. "Okay, brother," Kathara said with a bright smile. Her face moved as she observed something with curiosity, which caused me to inspect what it was. It was a strange white car heading toward our land. "I'm going to get Dad," Kathara said, running off. It was odd to see a car that we didn't know show up on our land. There were two elderly females inside; they were humans. I could smell the fresh scent of their blood flowing through their veins. I observed them as they exited the car hurriedly. Dad was appearing from the house as well, according to the news. I listened closely as Dad approached
Freya Immediately I sat up as a strange, young male jumped before me. He was shirtless and very tall. He had dark, short, wavy hair that lay above his thick eyebrows and hid his ears. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said as he held both hands before him. His voice was smooth and clear, one that assured you he wouldn't. But how can I trust a stranger, for instance, a male I just met who is also bare-chested? I looked at where he leaped from, and I was soon surprised at how far he had jumped. I moved backward, scared. "Stay away from me," I warned him. "Are you hurt?" His eyes scanned my right foot. I had fallen hard on my right foot; it felt like it was sprained. "Your grandma and another elderly female came to my dad for help; that's why I'm here." His dark brown eye stares into mine, hoping to calm me down so I could trust him. "Where are they?" I cried, regretting that I had foolishly run off into the forest. "I'll take you to them," he informed me. I tried getting up, but
Jurius All who were prepared to find their mate stood beneath the full moon, waiting for The Pull. The pull is a powerful feeling that emanates from the full moon once a year. It helps you by guiding you to your soulmate, the one you were destined to be with forever. It is a feeling that gives you a sense that you need to be somewhere--a certain place, I've heard. My brother was the first to be taken by The Pull. I observed him as he shifted into his wolf, which was almost identical to mine, sprinting off into the forest. The others soon followed. I found myself becoming anxious. Sometimes a wolf doesn't find their soulmate at the age of 18 or never does, just like my sister Kathara. I glimpsed her peeking through the curtain of her window, looking down at me. Kathara was 24 and still mateless. Within her eyes, which were as green as our father's, I could see that she hoped I didn't fall into the same position as her. Gladly, I wasn't going to. At last, I was experiencing the pull.
Jurius The night I couldn't sleep after I'd returned home. How could I, knowing that my mate was a feeble human and not a wolf shifter like me? and that I'll have to kill her? I wish I had climbed into her bedroom window and ripped off her tiny neck that night, but the disappointment was just too much. Why does this have to happen to me? Why couldn't I have not found my mate instead? Then I wouldn't be in this complicated situation. I heard a knock on my door. "Jurius." It was my mom. She was here to check on me, assuming I hadn't found my mate. "The door is open," I notified her. I sat up and threw away the football I had in my hand. My mom came to me and sat on the bed. "Oh, honey," she said as she embraced me. I returned her hug bitterly, loathing the fact that my soulmate was a frail human. "Don't be too hard on yourself that you didn't find your soulmate. You will within the next full moon. My mother tried to cheer me up. Remember, your father and I didn't find each ot
Freya Spotting my first wolf last night, I went to the back of the house, hoping I would somehow see him again. There wasn't any sight of him. Recalling the way he looked at me when I was in my most painful moment, it felt almost human-like. I will never forget his stare. I'm disappointed that it was only for a short while before he ran back off into the forest. "Freya," I heard Zira calling. "I'm coming," I said, running around the house. Grandma Zoey and Zira were on the porch; in their hands, I saw they had their handbags. "Are you both going somewhere?" I asked as I monitored them. "The house needs some food supplies, and you might also need some stuff for school next week." I forgot I had school in two days. "I have everything I need for school," I told them. I wasn't the type of girl who liked going out. I loved being locked up in my room and reading wolf-shifter romances while attired in large blouses or any clothes that were oversized and felt cozy. "Freya, your grand