The abrupt sound of a slamming door jolted me from my sleep, instantly bringing me to full alertness, my heart racing. A man's voice erupted in a shout, followed by the resonating echo of my mother's voice, and then a loud crash against a wall. With urgency coursing through me, I hurriedly swung my legs out of bed and swiftly unlocked my bedroom door. Just as I stumbled into the living room, the front door to our modest trailer banged shut with a forceful finality.
There stood my mom, disheveled and draped in a worn-out bathrobe, at the entrance of her slightly ajar bedroom. Her fiery red hair was in disarray, and smeared lipstick adorned her mouth. Even though she wasn't actively crying, the streaks left by her mascara hinted at recent tears.
"Are you alright?" I inquired, concern lacing my words.
Slowly, my mother turned away from the partially open door and directed her gaze toward me. In that moment, her eyes widened as if truly seeing me for the first time in a while. Our interactions had dwindled to mere exchanges about her cigarette stash, and any deeper conversations had become rare occurrences. It was as though we inhabited the same space more as roommates than as mother and daughter. This arrangement had suited me in its own way. Somewhere around my fifth grade, she had seemingly given up not only on herself but also on any attempts to guide me. I had made futile efforts to uplift her spirits for a period, but eventually, I resigned to reality, procured a job, and began purchasing my own groceries.
Shortly after the initial power outage, a turning point seemed to occur. Male visitors began frequenting our trailer, coinciding with the return of electricity. I had learned not to ask questions, understanding that a divide had grown between us, forever altering the nature of our relationship.
"Mom, did he hurt you?" I ventured, hoping to bridge the gap even just a little.
"Everything's alright, don't worry. The full moon's out tonight. You know how things can get," she remarked.
"Yeah," I replied.
"How's work?" Tying her robe securely, she made her way to the compact kitchen.
"Fine." I wasn't entirely sure of her intentions. Meaningful conversations had become an anomaly between us.
"Coffee?" She held up a bag of coffee grounds.
I nodded, then stood there in silence, observing her routine as she went through the motions of placing a filter, scooping coffee grounds, and filling the pot with water. Though I was aware she brewed herself a daily cup of coffee, our schedules rarely aligned, with me being at school when she indulged. Once I returned home, I would cool the leftover coffee with ice and dispose of the used grounds.
"You're departing tonight, aren't you?" Her question arose without her lifting her gaze.
The coffee pot emitted gurgles and sputters as it percolated. I tore my attention away from the appliance to meet my mother's eyes. She was a disheveled sight, and a pang of empathy washed over me. Over time, I had developed a knack for shielding myself from the reality, reminding myself of how poorly she had treated me in the recent years. Yet, the impending farewell seemed to shift my perspective. I pitied her; she had been handed a life without choices. The mistakes weren't hers to bear, yet I couldn't remain in this place. Not even for her. There was a sense of helplessness.
"I'll leave as soon as the enchantment releases me," I responded.
"Good," she acknowledged.
"Will you manage all right?" This question had flitted through my mind on multiple occasions, but I had always halted myself from asking. The truth was evident—she wouldn't be alright, and we both understood that. The burden of self-care would fall upon her shoulders, a responsibility she might not be up for.
"Don't concern yourself with me," she stated.
"I won't be returning once I leave," I disclosed to her, though I couldn't entirely fathom my own reasons for sharing it. Still, it felt like something she should hear.
"I hope you never do," she responded, conjuring a smile that appeared strained. She pivoted towards the cupboard, retrieving two coffee mugs. Placing them on the counter, she then reached for the coffee pot, pouring coffee into both mugs before handing one to me. We both shared a preference for our coffee unadulterated—black, sans milk or sugar. Luxuries of such kind weren't practical on our limited budget. The initial bitterness of black coffee took some getting used to in my younger years, but now it had become a constant in my daily routine, a point of connection between us.
"This place wasn't meant for you," she asserted, her gaze locked onto mine. "You're far too good to be among these wolves. I'm sorry I entangled you here."
Confusion knitted my brow. "What are you talking about?"
Her exhale seemed to carry a weight of the past. "Your father wasn't a local. I left, had a life—a good one. But when I became pregnant, fear led me back. Upon my return, my father was in dire straits, and I remained to help. I hadn't intended to stay, but you arrived earlier than expected, and the magic... it took hold of you. Had I left, you would've been trapped here."
"I don't understand," I admitted. "I always thought you had been here all along."
"It doesn't matter. My return nullified any good from my time away."
"You've never mentioned my father before," I said, a tinge of reproach in my voice.
"He's likely long gone. He never even knew I was carrying you."
"Was he a shifter?" I inquired.
A nod from her. "He was oblivious to our secret. I feared he'd discover your inability to shift and abandon you."
"It couldn't have been worse than growing up here, Mom," I countered.
"Believe me, there are things more dreadful than Wolf Bay and the suffering we've endured," she replied, taking a sip of her coffee. "You're better off without him."
"That makes no sense. He wouldn't have realized I couldn't shift until I was nineteen. I could've had a whole life feeling loved and safe. How could you deny me that?" My positive sentiments toward her were quickly unraveling. How could she do this to her unborn child? And how had she concealed this truth for so long?
"He would've discovered far earlier, and the outcome would have been catastrophic for both of us," she explained. "Promise me you won't search for your father. He'd only bring you pain."
"How could I? I know nothing about him," I retorted.
"Good." She departed from the kitchen, pausing by her bedroom door. "Stay safe out there."
I stood in the kitchen, my untouched coffee bearing witness as she shut the door behind her. "That's it? No farewell?"
While I hadn't anticipated an emotional or profound goodbye, I had expected something more than this. What was I supposed to do with this newfound knowledge? Why reveal my father's identity now? And how could the prospect of living with parents beyond the confines of this place be worse than enduring the weekly beatings?
Furious, I slammed the cup down on the counter and stormed back into my room. The time had come to depart. I wasn't certain when the magic barrier would permit my exit, but I had no intention of lingering here. My educated guess was that I could probably venture out sometime after moonrise, but I couldn't afford to wait around. Any head start was better than none. Swiftly, I assembled a peanut butter sandwich and collected an assortment of snacks to sustain me over the next few days, just in case the journey to Wolf Bay took longer than expected. One more bitter aspect of this place gnawed at me: the lack of geographical knowledge. Though aware that we were situated in the United States, with temperate winters and scorching summers occasionally dusted with snow, the specifics remained a mystery. A hotel might be days away, or I might stumble upon a bustling city. But no matter how many adult
"Make your choice," Julian's voice dripped with a mixture of mockery and proximity to the door. "How wide can you manage to open that mouth of yours?""Disgusting," I retorted, repulsed by his insinuation."Why else would Ray want you around if you're not giving in?" Julian's taunting tone persisted."I'm not involved with Ray in that way," I declared firmly. In truth, I wasn't involved with anyone. There wasn't a single member of this pack I'd willingly share intimacy with. My desires were present, but they were far more subdued compared to the heightened libidos of shifters. I'd accidentally stumbled upon fellow classmates in compromising situations in the library on more than one occasion. While I might find my release privately, I reserved it for moments behind locked doors at home.At least the curse had its silver lining. I couldn't fathom engaging in sexual encounters with any of the detestable individuals here. The concern of human STDs wasn't a factor, but the risk of pregnan
With a monthly ceremony being a regular occurrence, it wasn't a significant event for the entire pack, but it held a special importance for the families of those who had recently undergone their first shift. In the human world, I had heard stories of extravagant parties thrown for significant milestones like birthdays or graduations.However, in our world, we did things differently. When we completed high school, we simply received our diplomas at the end of the school day on the last day of classes. No ceremony, no celebrations—just a casual "see you in the fall." The pack's sole focus was on one's ability to shift, making it the defining moment of our lives.Imagine being a wolf who couldn't do the one thing that mattered most in our society. That was my reality, and no one in our tight-knit community let me forget it. My mother and I were the sole members of our pack who couldn't shift, a cursed existence that made growing up a living nightmare. In middle school, I had spent countl
Billy's punches may have been less frequent than Julian's or Ray's, but he had certainly contributed his share of pain, whether it was by slamming me into walls or knocking books from my hands. In truth, he was just as brutal as the rest of them; I had simply failed to see it initially."Stop talking, Elisa. Your mouth is only going to make this worse," Billy cautioned."My, my, Billy, your friend Julian seems to be a fan of my mouth," I retorted.Billy came to a sudden halt. "Seriously, Elisa, just this once, stop pushing back. Maybe if you do, they'll go easy on you."I stopped and scrutinized him, trying to decipher his expression. What was going through his mind? Fear? Anxiety? Anger? It was a mix of emotions I couldn't quite decipher. How I wished I possessed the wolf's ability to read people right now.
I was abruptly pulled from my thoughts when a firm grip closed around my arm. I jumped, startled, and found Ray's large hand gripping my upper arm. I tugged my arm away, attempting to break free from his grasp. "Let me go.""So you can run off the moment the curse breaks? Not happening," Ray declared, pulling me toward the group. "You're staying right here until everyone has completed their shift. No early departures."I realized there was a good chance that Ray's wolf would compel him to shift as soon as he sensed the others transforming. He was new to this, and while he might resist the moon's pull, he probably wouldn't resist seeing his alpha shift.Jenny raised her hands, and dozens of golden bangles slid down her wrists, creating a melodious sound as they shifted and jingled. The group fell silent, their attention drawn to her. Even I found myself captivated by he
I stood there, paralyzed by fear, dreading that any wrong move might lead to a snapped neck or a wolf's jaws clamped around a vital artery. Then, Ray's fingers grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. His eyes felt like they were probing my very soul. "You are my mate." It couldn't be true. The fates couldn't possibly be this cruel, pairing me with someone like him. It had to be a sick joke. In our pack, mating bonds were sacred and held deep significance. If a wolf was fortunate enough to form one, it usually came with increased strength and other benefits, possibly even the power to break curses. Ray must have known about that myth; he was likely trying to get in one last dig at me. "That's a messed-up thing to joke about, even for you." "I wish it were a joke," he admitted, his expression serious. "I wasn't certain until recently. As we got closer to the time you should have shifted, my wolf made it abundantly clear that we're meant to be together." My emotions ch
chapter 11: The Brutal EncounterAs the moon cast its silvery glow upon the rugged terrain, the trio of wolves stood before me. One of them, a formidable dark gray wolf, was the largest among them. He abruptly sprinted away, leaving me alone with the other two."So, he's making you do his dirty work?" I sneered, disdain dripping from my voice."Imagine the tales you'll pass down to your grandchildren. 'Hey, remember the time we killed Uncle Ray's mate?' You two are nothing but pathetic." My words carried a mixture of anger and defiance, culminating in a defiant spit in the direction of the wolf closest to me.In response, the creature emitted a low growl before lunging for my arm, clamping its teeth down with relentless force. Pain surged through me as I screamed, futilely attempting to wrench my arm free.However, my struggles only intensified the torment. Suddenly, the second wolf sank its teeth into my o
As the wolves released their vice-like grip, I found myself unceremoniously sprawled upon the unforgiving ground. My entire being throbbed with unrelenting pain, limbs aflame with searing torment, and my head pulsating in an agonizing rhythm.Blood and sweat had congealed on my skin, forming a repulsive, viscous layer, while the dirt, with cruel intent, invaded the open wounds that now marred my battered frame. The insidious threat of infection loomed ominously over me, a spectral harbinger of doom that would persist long after the immediate ordeal was over.Despite the excruciating pain that coursed through me, I refused to resign myself to death's clutches. I clung to a desperate glimmer of hope, telling myself that my wrist wasn't shattered, my back wasn't torn, and my arms bore no bite marks. It had to be my imagination running wild, right? Admittedly, I still felt as though I were teetering on