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PenelopeI hate waiting. I know that Cora and Donovan are both safe and they are working out a way to get him home, but it’s hard not to feel anxious about the entire thing. It’s been five days. It’s weird getting used to taking care of a newborn and going through this healing process on my own. But because I’m a werewolf, I heal faster than a human would, so I mean, that’s a good thing.It’s harder getting used to take care of a baby. I’ve never been around them much so tending to all of her needs all of the time is very taxing, physically, mentally, and emotionally! Add in all of the drama with Donovan and it’s surprising I haven’t had a complete mental break down from all of the stress.I breathe out as I cook dinner, eager to hear if there was any progress today. I need them back home… it’s hard not to feel depressed when all I have is myself and my racing thoughts.There’s a loud bang and for a moment, I freeze. Is someone breaking in?I think of the fastest way to get to Violet
Five years later.PenelopeI sit across from Amelia at the table as we each sip on our coffee and watch our girls play together. A few months after I had Violet, Amelia had a little girl that they named Magnolia. It's fun watching our daughters play together, but the interesting thing is how similar they look to me and Amelia.Violet looks almost exactly like me except that her hair was curly like her dad's and her blue eyes had a green circle around the pupil. Magnolia looks just like Amelia, with her blonde hair and jade green eyes. The two of them together like this makes me wonder how mine and Amelia's childhood could've been different if our mom hadn't put me in the Academy and if our dad hadn't been a monster.Amelia brings the cup to her lips before setting it down and asking, "So, where are you headed this time?"Donovan, Violet, and I are constantly moving around. The longest we stay at a place is 1 month before we're going somewhere new. Traveling has become one of my favori
15 years since Violet was born. Penelope The years have been good to us. I have seen so much of the world and felt more free than I ever could've imagined. It's just the three of us, we never had another kid. We talked about it... more than once, but ultimately we were fearful of how it could affect our safety. Nothing was worth the chance of putting Violet in even more danger than she already is. I lie in bed with Donovan snuggled up beside me. Uneasiness churns in my stomach and I know that something is going on that we don't know yet. Call it my 6th sense or mother's intuition, I just know something's off. Donovan kisses my head and mumbles, "Turn off your thoughts, Pen. Everything is fine."I let out a breath, hoping that he's right. He pushes himself up and looks me in the eye as he asks, "We're fine, we're safe, we'll be at Cora's in the morning."We haven't seen Cora for over 6 months now. We've been in Asia for the last half of the year and although we have enjoyed our tra
Penelope "And next up we have-!" Every time the door opens for someone else to get in line, I can hear the loud voice of the announcer. My hands shake in nervousness knowing what's going on just outside of my dressing room. I take a deep breath as I try to let go of my nerves and I look in the mirror at the reflection of my stylist as she does my hair. She puts it in perfect curls framing my face. She tells me, “Penelope, there’s no reason for you to worry. Look at you! Trust me, you’re going to have a great life. The Academy has trained you to be prepared for this.” She’s right, they have trained me for this. My whole life I’ve lived at a supernatural boarding school, and they have told me that with my natural beauty, I’m sure to become a star after graduation. I look in the mirror and stare at my reflection. My teachers often compared me to Snow White. I have a creamy white complexion with no blemishes, my eyes were a bright blue, my nose wasn’t too big or too small, and my lip
Penelope The man took me back to a room where several girls were getting their outfits changed. Most of the girls are crying, some seem fearful, only a couple seem happy. I want to cry, but I don’t. It would ruin the perfect image that I’m supposed to have. I'm scared to mess up right now. I don't know who I just got sold to, and that announcer seemed angry with me when I tried to say that they might have the wrong girl. It's weird, I've never been scared of the Academy before, but today, I'm downright terrified. I get put on a small podium and different women rush over to me with different outfit options. But they aren’t asking for my opinion. They just speak to each other in a language I don’t know, as they decide what they think is best for me. They have me wear this silver one piece that reminds me of a swimsuit, but it is not made from swimsuit material. It is sheer and leaves nothing to the imagination. I look at myself in the mirror with wide eyes as I realize you can even
Penelope I sat uncomfortably and stared at my feet while I waited for Mr. Black. It was uncomfortable listening to the woman cry out, sometimes in ecstasy and sometimes in pain. The dirty things the men said to them were disturbing and I swear, the sound of balls slapping against skin is forever engrained in my head. It took a while before Mr. Black walked back in and when he did, his eyes roamed over me as he called my name, “Ms. Fox.”I walk to him, and he takes my arm and leads me out of the room and brings me into an office room where another well-dressed man sits. The man had sandy brown hair that looked disheveled like he had run his hand through it a thousand times, his dark eyes looked tired, and he didn't even really look at me. Instead, he glances towards Mr. Black and Mr. Black huffs and says, “Penelope, this is Beta Stevens. He proposed an interesting idea and is going to take care of you from here on out.”My eyebrows furrowed, and Beta Stevens stands up and nods his hea
Donovan The pack house is quiet today. This only happens once a year, so I've learned to enjoy the day of peace I get. My Beta and Gamma went out to the auction today. The auction happens every year with werewolves from the Supernatural Academy. The whole academy is made up of children who were orphans, were sold to the academy, or if their parents owed the academy a debt and took too long to repay it. I used to go to the auction, but after a while I felt like it was downright depressing. Most of the supernatural creatures being sold are 17-18 years old, some of them haven’t even shifted for the first time. Most of them get sold during their first auction, but occasionally there will be some 20-year-olds in the mix that have never been chosen and at that point their value is insanely low. My Gamma, Xavier Black, enjoys going there so that he can find some new playthings. He likes to try his girls out first before putting them in the strip club that he owns. Although, I suspect th
Penelope The day is awkward and uncomfortable.Alpha Stone hasn't paid too much attention to me since earlier when I made my first attempt at seducing him. My cheeks still redden in embarrassment over the whole situation. When the Alpha was done with his workday, he led me to a bedroom that he said would be mine. I thanked him before I walked in there and took a deep breath. The day has been exhausting and unnerving. I lie down on the bed and take a deep breath, enjoying the moment I finally get to have to myself. But I don’t even have time to exhale before there’s a knock on my door. I try not to groan as I force myself off the bed and drag my feet to the door and open it. I jump back, startled, as I see Mr. Black leaning against the door frame with a small smirk on his lips. I didn't realize Mr. Black would be back so soon and I'm surprised I never heard him or the other girls come to the pack house. He walks into my room like he owned it as he said, “Well, well, Ms. Penelope.