Lauren's body reacted before her mind could. She ran out the back door, across her backyard and into the darkness beyond. The serene twilight had blended into the cobalt blue of night, and moisture from the grass soaked into her bare feet. Where to? The woods, of course.She heard cries of her name from behind but didn't turn. She ran blindly, on and on, with no sense of direction, only being guided by the wish to leave the house and the unwanted truth of her birth behind. Between the house and the woods she morphed into her werewolf form and ran on all fours, her tears and anger blinding her.Suddenly she hit a rock solid object and a muffled oof! escaped her lips. She tumbled blindly and hit the ground, changing back to her human form mid-tumble and pinning the object under her body. The object turned out to be a very startled Aidan."Jeez, Lauren!" He exclaimed, grabbing her arms and holding them together. "Watch out!"Lauren recognized him and paused, her hair hanging on both side
Mike watched as his daughter stormed out of the kitchen and into the woods, calling after her feebly but she didn't turn. He collapsed on a nearby kitchen chair, placing his head in his hands. Daughter?! Heck, they weren't even related! God, what had he done?Beth and Axel rushed into the kitchen and gaped at the open back door. Beth crossed the kitchen and peered outside through the door, but there was no sign of Lauren. She closed the door securely, then faced Mike."What did you do to her?" She demanded "What did you tell her?!""That I'm not her biological father." Mike said weakly "That her mother is still alive.""Hell!" Axel swore and folded his hands "Who is?""Dr Makovsky is her father." Mike uttered and closed his eyes in despair."My goodness!" Beth said, horrified "That cannot be true! Lauren is your daughter—""She's not, okay?" Mike snapped "She's not. We're not biologically related. It's a long story.""We have to get out of here. We have to leave town." Beth muttered,
When Lia awoke, the first thing her mind registered was the prickle of leaves and twigs on the left side of her face. Rolling over, she saw the stick that had knocked her out lying to her side. With a groan she sat up and rubbed her head ruefully. Although the bump that should have been there was gone, there was dried blood on the side of her face.When she'd stumbled on Aidan and Lauren it had been night. Now a soft morning light was streaming in through the trees and birds were chirping merrily on the branches. They must have taken Lauren hours ago. God, how long had she been knocked out?Lia looked around and saw Lauren's phone lying a few metres away. She picked it up and saw that the screen had been cracked and badly damaged. Apart from the cellphone there was nothing else to show that Aidan or Lauren or any of the hooded guys had stood there some time ago. She stood to her feet and shuffled forward, gripping a nearby tree as a wave of vertigo hit her. "Damn," she muttered, sque
Jacob Boris stared dejectedly at his pack members, all gathered in a circle around him. He knew all their individual stories: from the college student who was Bitten by a rabid changeling, to the young 14-year old who found herself in the dead of night among a gang of werewolves. Hs knew all their stories, had to listen to each and every werewolf in his pack tell the story of how they were changed the moment they joined his pack . It was one of his many roles as an Alpha, his many, challenging, tiring roles.Like coming to terms with meeting his son again.He sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He remembered the pang of guilt that had racked him ever since Lauren had brought his son to him. He had looked into his son's eyes and blanched: the hatred in them had been acute and raw. How did he not recognize his son the moment he had walked into their pack?His every waking moment since then had been tormented by the hatred in his son's eyes. He'd tried to make amends, had followed his so
The three adults followed Lia out of the forest as she ranted to herself. Mike had frankly never seen any young girl so aggravated. She was making a lot of noise as they trudged through the woods, her sneakers kicking twigs and dead leaves around."Aaargh!" Lia screamed "I am so done with that pack!""Easy, girl." Beth tried to calm her "Don't do or say something you'll regret. You're still accountable to your Alpha, whether you like it nor not.""No I'm not." Lia cut in "I'm a rogue werewolf now. When you openly confront your Alpha the way I did you're automatically banished from the pack, and the only way you can return is if the Alpha himself wills it. I cannot believe him, though. What kind of an Alpha Is that?""Lia," Beth said in a warning tone "Calm down."Lia kept calm and tried to walk as quietly as possible, then after a few precious seconds of silence she spoke again "Why wouldn't he help us? It's a member of his pack in danger, for crying out loud! Will he just watch while
"Hey, mom! I'm on my way to school! Might be out for a while, today is band practice." Eric said, hitching his backpack up and kissing his mom goodbye."Okay, hon. Don't be late out!" She replied, drying her hands on her apron. She was coffee-skinned, like her son, and had a strong, angular yet beautiful face. The hands that she dried were weathered and rough: the hands of a working single mother."Eric?" She called him back. He turned, frowning as he saw the worried look on his mother's face. She smiled worriedly at him and he turned his face to the side, squinting his eyes scrutinizing her "Mom, I have my spare keys." He said uncertainly."No, It's not that.""My homework's in my backpack...""I know, I trust you.""I definitely didn't take weed this morning.""Eric!" She hit him with a napkin "You wouldn't, anyway. I'll kill you if I smell a whiff of that stuff in this house." She said, but her heart wasn't in the jokes."So what then? Why do you look so worried?" He asked, foldin
As soon as Eric stepped out into the night, cold rods of rain accosted his body. He gasped and shivered, holding his arms to his body. In a matter of seconds he was dripping from head to toe. He ran back into Beth's house and went to the cupboard under the stairs, where he knew Beth kept a couple of umbrellas. He sighted an old black one that Lauren loved so much, and smiled sourly, remembering those moments when protruding rods from the umbrella had ruined a couple of his shirts. Lauren had liked the umbrella because it had mojo, whatever that was supposed to mean.The memory was at once sweet and painful, and a feeling of hopelessness blossomed in his chest as he thought of Lauren again. He shook his head in defiance, trying not to let thoughts like those cloud his judgement.He ignored the old black umbrella and settled for a smaller green one instead, pairing it with a pale green parka. He walked back out, the umbrella held high over his head, and instinctively shivered again. Des
Eric gagged, his eyes widening as the man tightened his grip. The man shook his neck as though he was wiggling a rag doll."What are you looking at?" The man growled."Elias!" Someone at the back called. Hands reached out from the backseat and grabbed the driver. He loosened his hold on Eric's neck and the boy coughed and gasped for breath, clutching his chest."Stop it!" A woman said, leaning out of the backseat and staring into Elias' eyes. She had tightly curled ginger hair and a lean, well-toned body. She had her back to Eric and the earthy smell of woods and wet soil hit his nose as she shook her head in objection. "Snap out of it." She said "We don't want the death of a human added to the list of our problems."Human. There's that word again, Eric thought to himself."If he looks at my scars again, I'll tear him limb from limb." Elias snarled through gritted teeth, his eyes on the redhead."Why do you keep calling me a human?" Eric managed to blurt, rubbing his already sore neck