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Queen of Normalcy

Autor: Emarc
last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-03 05:20:08

My heart is pounding hard in my chest as I pace the floor of my tiny bedroom. I'm sure if there were any werewolves around, they would be able to hear it. Right now I assume all of the occupants of the pack house are at the burning moon gathering.

I have most of my stuff already packed in an old suitcase that belonged to my Nana. I don't have a lot, mostly my clothing, old pictures, a few books, and a couple little things I picked from Nana's old house for keepsakes. I fill up my backpack with everything else, like the disposable cellphone Corbin gave me, money, important documents, toiletries, a book for the bus ride, a change of clothing and oh, my swear jar and Winston. Can't leave without my swear jar and Winston.

Corbin told me that he'll come to my room tonight to take all my stuff to his car. He will then drive his car past the border inspection post where they don't usually check for anything other than the occupants of the car. I have to make my way on foot to where Corbin will be waiting just outside the border about a mile and a half from here. He is driving me to a little bus station in the next town over where nobody will recognize me.

Corbin promised me that he'd be here at 9 pm. It's already 9.15 and I'm getting worried. What if they found out what we're planning to do?

Nervously, I begin to tug and wrap my fingers around my braided hair. I have my jeans and a pair of sneakers on. It's a bit chilly tonight, so I've pulled on a dark grey sweater that used to belong to my Nana over my dark blue t-shirt. Her sweater will also be able to cover my scent a little when I'm in Corbin's car. Nana's faint but familiar scent helps to calm me a bit. I still jump when I hear a soft knock on my door.

I think my eyes bugged out as soon as I see Corbin at my door with Wes standing next to him. It's bad enough that I have Corbin involved, I don't want Wes to be sucked into this as well. God knows what they'll do to us if we get caught.

"Change of plans," says Corbin. "I needed him to cover for me but he wants to come with us. Don't waste time arguing with him. He's just as stubborn as you." Without waiting for my response, Corbin grabs my suitcase while Wes hoists my backpack onto his shoulder. Both of them look wary and pensive.

Corbin goes first, carrying my suitcase with him. Wes turns to look at me. His eyes roam over my face for a while. "Freya, I--" he says. I look up at him expectantly but then he shakes his head and closes his mouth.

Corbin and Wes have been friends forever. A little over a year ago, Wes confessed his feelings for me and we started dating. He was my first kiss. He was my first everything...until he found his mate, Elise, five months ago.

I knew that would happen so I was prepared. It still hurt, I can't lie, but I'm happy for him. At least his mate, Elise is a nice girl. It's not like we're friends or anything, but she's not one of those girls who bully me. She mainly stays away and keeps things to herself. Wes is a nice guy and I believe he truly did care for me before he met his mate. He deserves a good mate and to be happy.

"I'm going to miss you," he whispers finally before he too disappears with my backpack down the dark hallway.

After ten minutes, and when I think they're off, I walk out of my bedroom. The whole house is dimly lit and eerily quiet. I try to walk casually so as not to arouse suspicion if anybody saw me. My heart refused to calm down even after I make it outside the pack house without encountering anyone. It seems that everyone is at the gathering. The former Luna was well loved.

It's dark and windy outside. The moon is half covered by black heavy clouds. I start towards the driveway but then I change course when I see some movements not too far away. Patrolmen on duty. I start jogging towards the clearing where the burning moon gathering is being held.

"I'm going to the burning moon gathering," I tell them without being asked. Darn it, Freya! Keep your mouth shut! I knew it! I know I won't make a good spy agent.

Fortunately, they don't really care about one stupid human in the pack. One of them nods his head while another one just ignores me. They don't seem at all interested to know where I'm going.

As soon as they're gone, I look casually around before I turn my direction towards the border on the Northside and pick up speed. I'm hoping that I won't be running into any more patrolmen from now on.

Even though I can't turn into a wolf, I'm very fast. Almost as fast as a werewolf who already phased. That's something that only Corbin and Nana knew. The wind is whooshing in my ears and I'm straining my eyes in the darkness so as not to run into trees or stumble on anything. I wish the moon is brighter.

I approach the road and increase my speed as soon as I see the tail lights of Corbin's waiting car. He starts moving as soon as I jump in the back.

"You okay?" he asks me.

"Yup, I'm good. I think we're good."

The pack house is surrounded by acres of forest. The small road that connects the rest of the world to the pack house is long, narrow, and flanked by tall trees. As we pull out of the dirt road into the paved deserted country road, I hear the long mournful howling of the wolves into the crisp night air.

My heartbeat starts to settle down as the car takes me further and further away. I can't wait to be among humans though I wish I didn't have to leave Corbin behind.

Only when the bus pulls out of the station and onto the highway do I feel my shoulders start to relax. This is it. I'm doing this! I'm really doing this! I'm finally going to be free of werewolves. I will have nothing to do with their kind anymore except for my cousin Caleb because...well, because Caleb is family just like Corbin. I'll be a normal human among other normal humans. I’m going to be so overwhelmingly normal that average people look wild by comparison. They’ll bow down and crown me Queen of Normalcy.

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