Emerald
I can never bring myself to fully remember what happened after the stranger found my brothers and I. All I know is that we made it out alive. And from that day, they hated me ever since. I was locked in this room, away from the pack, away from civilization for nine years. And nearly every day, every other day if I was lucky, one of my brothers would come and say how much of a disgrace I was. I never truly knew who it was that came, I was too much in my own sorrows to know for certain.
All I know is that I never once got to leave this room. And my only communication was Debra, the only person who actually felt sorry for me. Who didn't think my parents death was my fault, even though she was possibly the only person who thought that. After their death, amongst the pack, my brothers had told them that I was kidnapped and never to be seen again. Reasons for why no one ever really came looking for me. And surroundings packs didn't know why my parents actually died, just to protect their sons is what everyone believed. Since the story of my existence was pretty much a myth, no one thought otherwise.
As my days continued up here, I grew weak. I still had my werewolf senses, I could still hear for a very far proximity- but I was cut off from the pack's mind-link. For obvious reasons of course. I believed that I was still able to heal but my brothers never let that happen. I was basically on the verge of being human.
Debra continued to tend to my wounds, being careful of possible broken injuries.
"Who was it this time?" I mumble, barely audible but she still heard me.
"Trent," she said softly.
I nodded my head somewhat painfully. He never really liked me to begin with, for as long as I could remember. I never understood why and never made a motion to fully comprehend it.
"How much longer?" I question, with her resulting in looking at me confused. "It won't be long till I die right?" I wince in pain and cough slightly from the dryness of my throat. "I haven't properly... healed in years. It won't be long till my body falls subject to the wounds... How much longer?"
"You can't think like that Emmy," she said softly, resulting in my laughing drily. "One day you'll be outside and living your life."
"Debby," I say shortly. "I'm never getting out of here. I'm practically rotting away up here with nobody knowing of my existence. I haven't shifted in three years, ever since my sixteenth birthday. My wolf only talked to me that one time and won't do so anymore. I'm alone."
"One day Emmy," she said.
I didn't push her clarify what she meant because she always said that. "One day". Whatever the hell that meant. On my sixteenth birthday, I was still in my room, locked away from everyone. I had experienced my first transition by myself. I went through the pain and agony alone. I screamed for hope that someone would find me, help me. But the room was soundproof, not even the best warriors could've heard me.
So I shifted.
And I believe that night is where hell broke lose between my brothers and I. Because one of them, I couldn't remember who, walked in after my transition and saw that I was a white wolf. Very rare, not many had ever been spotted. And if they were, they were killed by vicious wolves who didn't want to see them succeed. Because in the eyes of wolf society- white wolves were considered royalty. Back when wolves ruled majority of the earth, white wolves ran over them until chaos broke loose. And from then on, white wolves weren't really spotted. Only myths of their existence, much like my life.
The reason for my parents death and them protecting me was because I was a mixed breed between wolf and witch. No one knew that I was going to become a white wolf- just the fact that I was mixed as such was reason enough to kill me.
And my parents died trying to protect me.
I remember the night my wolf talked to me, moments before one of my brothers found me. She told me her name, Lilith- Lilly for short- and that she would always be there for me. I laugh to myself every time I think of that small conversation we had. Because it was a lie. She was never there. She didn't speak to me, not even when I was searching for her. It basically felt like the mind-link with the pack- cut off. I barely could feel her presence anymore, I didn't even know if she was still there.
"You know why your parents named you Emerald?" Debra asked. I knew the story very well but I never stopped her from telling it. She ran a warm cloth over my scars on my head now, having finished with the wounds on my stomach and chest. "It's a sacred stone tied to the goddess Venus, many people think that she was either related to the Moon Goddess or they were great friends. They were both beautiful, tied together like peanut butter and jelly." That always made me laugh, for some weird reason. But Debra always liked to see me smile and to this day, after many times of telling me this story, it never faltered. "The stone was a symbol of hope. Because back when the chaos was arising with the royal family and humans trying to overthrow them, there wasn't much hope. So, stories say that Venus and the Moon Goddess created this stone- Emerald- to bring peace and hope between the two. And divided them. Majority of humans do not know of our existence, only the ones we can trust. And you know what else?"
"What?" I question, already knowing the answer but I asked anyways.
"It is also the stone of unconditional love, healing, and patience. Much like you hm?" I smiled nevertheless at her analogy. "Only special girls get names like that, I've never heard of another Emerald before. Have you?"
"No," I say, obviously.
"Keep your hope and patience Emmy," she said. "Because I mean what I say- you will get out of here soon."
And like every time, I ignored her determined voice and nodded just to not get a lecture.
EmeraldAfter Debra left from tending my wounds and feeding me to gain strength, she soon left to continue her duties in the house. I was in the house my parents were given when my dad became Alpha and my mom Luna. It was passed down from his father and the one before him and so on and so forth. Generations of our family had lived in this house and here I was, up in the attic, only experiencing one portion of it.I was left to my thoughts for the rest of the day, until the evening when one of my brothers would come up. It was the same every night, or- if lucky- every other night. They'd usually skip two days out of the week I suppose to yell at me and then turn into an eventual beating. I never truly listened anymore because it was all the same. I just wish it could be that way when it came to the abuse. Though I experienced the same pain everyday, my body had yet to grow accustomed to it. But I handled it like I didn't feel anything. Because if I cried it would only get worse. But
AnonymousOnce Trent left the room, locking all four locks, he was soon heading downstairs quickly to clean up his bloody hands and shoes. He was fuming, livid. Him always being the one to lose his temper quickly amongst his two brothers. Once he was out of sight, he made his way to the door, unlocking it with a bobby pin. It was hard no doubt, but it needed to be done before anyone found out. He had seen them come in and out of this room for years, no one being the wiser that Emerald was being held in there. Everyone thought she was dead. When he got the forth lock unlocked, he pushed open the door. But something was different this time. He expected to hear her slow heartbeat, as he had previous times before. But he didn't hear anything. That quickened his motions and went further inside to find her on the floor, looking lifeless. It wasn't for the lack of audibleness from her heart, he wouldn't be so nervous. He knelt down in front of her and began to shake her lifeless body.
AnonymousAn hour and a half.That's how long it took before he began to see anything that could potentially be Malena's home. For the past hour and a half all he saw was trees and darkness. But as he was nearing the border, he soon found a small cabin. If it weren't for the smoke coming out of the brick chimney, he would've overlooked it. Not smelling a definite scent, he made his way to the cabin. Balancing Emerald in one arm, he knocked repeatedly on the door for someone to answer. His heart was pounding, hoping he found who it was he was looking for. He heard movement coming from inside and eventually the door opened. A woman who looked to be in her late thirties opened the door. She was stunning. Couldn't be any taller than 5'4'' but with her petite stature, she was drop-dead gorgeous. Her cheekbones were highly accentuated, her luxurious black hair tumbling down her waist, her lips plump. She was petite in her stature but no doubt men and women could feel intimidated by her.
Emerald"Emerald," said a soft and clear voice. I didn't remember anything. But I knew what I felt. And I felt free, absolutely free. I didn't feel pain, I didn't feel guilt whatsoever. I felt... alive. I don't remember the last I felt like this, if ever. I heard my name continuing to be repeated. By the same soft and angelic voice. It reminded me of my mother and thought of her brought a mental smile. She yearned for the voice of her mom, her gentle touch, her angelic like laugh. Everything. "Emerald," said the voice again. "Mom?" she asked groggily but hopefully.Opening my eyes, I was met by a bright light outlining a figure of a woman. The figure looked a lot like my mom but the more I adjusted to the sudden setting, the more I realized it wasn't her. This woman was flawless. Long luxurious hair, golden tan like skin, face that bore no wrinkles, acne, dark spots- nothing. She was gorgeous. I grew confused as to who she was, where I was, why I was here. "Ah so many questions I
Anonymous He had left not too long after Emerald began to breathe. The sun was beginning to rise and soon his pack would wake up and notice his absence. It wouldn't be long before her brothers would notice that their sister was no longer there, but he had more time till they discovered her missing, unlike them discovering he was gone. Malena was left with her, looking over her restlessly. When the sun had fully risen, she began to sense her awakening at any moment. She knew that Emerald would be confused as to this being the first time she's been out of captivity for nine years. She expected it and was mentally preparing herself for the countless questions she might receive. After heating herself some water for her tea, she put the kettle on the coffee table along with the two cups. Not long after she placed the cups down, Emerald gasped out of her sleep. Malena, who was sitting on the coffee table pouring the hot water in the tea cups, faced her, looking at her calmly. Emerald's e
EmeraldFor a brief moment, it was still in the darkness. I didn't feel anything. I didn't hear anything.Just still. But then a feeling from deep within my body started to make a presence. It was small at first, and almost went unnoticed. But it grew. It felt like it was taking twists and turns and overall felt weird within my body. It wasn't excruciatingly painful but it wasn't a good feeling either. It somewhat made me gasp as it took over my body and seemed to consume me. I couldn't stop it even if I tried. Just when the feeling seemed to become worse, there was a warming effect that instantly went throughout my body. It felt calming and relieving. And just like that, I was back in Malena's living room, looking at her. "You alright?" she questioned. I nodded my head. "Okay good. How well is your sense of smell?""Uh pretty good I'd say," I responded. "I'm able to smell the rotting egg salad in your fridge."Her eyes grew wide. "I completely forgot about that. Well okay then,
Emerald mentally sighed to myself as Malena walked to the front door. I wanted my questions fully answered, not vaguely and through some riddles. What was wrong with having legitimate answers? As I continued to be deep in thought, I soon heard my name being called. Tearing my eyes away from nothing in particular, I turn my head and see Malena standing there with another woman. The woman was beautiful, not surprising me one bit. In ways she looked a lot like Malena, as if they were related somehow. "Sisters?" I questioned . Her friend grinned. "She's observant," she says. Yep, definitely sisters. "I'm Jemma, it is an honor to meet you.""So I've been told," I say, standing.Jemma looks at Malena confused. "She doesn't know," Malena said softly. Or at least she tried to speak softly, my werewolf hearing prevented that. Jemma's eyes somewhat widened but nevertheless she nodded. "Are you ready to go?" she questions. Nodding my head, I stood and waited for her to go to the door so we
EmeraldNine months. The first three months were in Florence, Italy where Jemma taught me. There I learned a lot about my powers, how to control them, and countless hours of practice. I learned spells, how to create my own if need be, and the use of potions. The three months passed by quickly and I wasn't aware of the fact that there would be a deadline when it was all over. Yes, I knew that Jemma was pushing me much harder and faster than I would've thought but I took it and didn't question it. Not until one morning when she said my teachings were over and that I was going to go through with my werewolf training. Of course I had believed that I had more to learn, but with the vagueness of just about everything in witchcraft, I went along with it. I understood that there were a lot of things that I needed to learn on my own and that it wasn't as easy as asking a question and receiving a legitimate answer. There was never anything straightforward when it came to witchcraft. I belie