MoanaMy trance with the TV was broken by the sound of Selina’s voice coming from beside me.“Interesting,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron. “That’s more than I expected.”I turned to face her, still surprised by Edrick’s sudden act of generosity. “He doesn’t do things like this often, does he?” I asked.Selina shrugged. “Every so often. It’s usually once a year or so these past few years, but it’s never made public, and it’s rarely this much. I wonder what changed to make him donate such a large amount and for him to allow it to be televised.”“And to an orphanage, no less,” Lily chimed in from behind me.Shrugging again, Selina turned around and started to head back to the kitchen. I followed her, still curious about the situation. “You said it’s been happening just for the past few years?” I asked.“Listen, I don’t know all of the specifics,” Selina replied curtly. She had her back turned to me as she scrubbed so hard at the stovetop with a damp sponge that it was making th
MoanaWhen I woke up the following morning to the sun streaming in through my window, Edrick was already gone. Yawning, I sat up and threw the covers off of myself before swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and standing.Ella was already wide awake when I left my room. In fact it seemed that the other servants were also wide awake, and all of them were standing in the living room with their wide eyes glued to the television. I furrowed my brow as I approached, finding this behavior strange -- especially for Selina, who was nervously clutching her apron.“What’s going on?” I asked as I joined the group. Amy merely raised her finger to her lips, then pointed at the television screen. I followed her finger, my own eyes widening as I saw what was being broadcasted.On the screen was a reporter standing in front of a crowd. Behind her, the crowd was marching back and forth with picket signs that depicted anti-werewolf sentiments, as well as images of both WereCorp’s logo and Edrick’s
MoanaThe very next morning, I called Sophia as soon as I awoke.“Sophia, it’s Moana,” I said into the phone. “Do you have a minute to talk?”Sophia was quiet for a moment. I could tell that she was hesitant; I had just informed her only a couple of weeks prior that I was working for the very man who frightened the orphans, and she no doubt had a suspicion that I was going to ask for something after how he acted.“Yes,” she finally replied. “It’s good to hear your voice.”I smiled, relieved that she was at least willing to talk to me. “You, too,” I said. “I know this might seem a bit contrived, but I wanted to ask if Mr. Morgan and I could come to the orphanage today. He wants to speak to you and the children after what happened yesterday.”“Really?” Sophia responded, sounding a little surprised. “He doesn’t seem like the type to talk much.”“Really. He wants to apologize.” Sophia was silent again. I grew desperate. “Please,” I said. “I’d really appreciate it if you gave him another c
MoanaThe children all began to cheer once Edrick agreed to stay longer so that we could make cookies. I lifted my gaze from Clara to see the Alpha billionaire standing in front of me, but he wasn’t looking at me; he was looking at the children.We all made our way down to the kitchen. I lingered at the back of the group, still in utter shock as I tried to wrap my head around Edrick’s sudden change in demeanor. Had the tour of the orphanage and seeing how disadvantaged children lived given him a bit of compassion?Once we were in the kitchen, I put on an apron and started to get out the ingredients to make the cookies while the children watched hungrily, licking their lips in anticipation for the sweet taste of sugar in their mouths.“Do you like to bake, Mr. Morgan?” Clara asked, standing on her tiptoes as she gripped the edge of the counter to see.“No,” Edrick replied, avoiding eye contact with the little girl. “I don’t.”“Not even cookies?”“No, not even cookies,” Edrick said. The
MoanaA few more days went by, and I had just come inside from a midday walk with Ella and was taking her sun hat off in the foyer when I suddenly felt a newspaper being shoved into my hand. I glanced up to see Amy standing above me with a surprised look on her face, and I took the paper from her to see that the front page had a picture of Edrick crouching in front of Clara from the day we went to the orphanage, when he crouched to explain the situation with his father to her. Selina must have snuck a picture while they were talking.The headline of the article read “CEO OF WERECORP VISITS ORPHANAGE, SPENDS HEARTWARMING AFTERNOON WITH CHILDREN”.“What’s that?” Ella asked, leaning over to look at the paper. She gasped then and ripped the paper out of my hands. “It’s daddy! And look, Moana!” she exclaimed, pointing to the background. “There you are!”In the background of the picture, I could be seen standing and looking down at Edrick and Clara. I felt my face get hot; I was never one f
MoanaI couldn’t bring myself to avoid Ethan’s exhibit after he had asked me to go so many times. So, after putting Ella to bed, I went to Selina with my hand on my stomach and a frown on my face.“I’m afraid I might have contracted food poisoning,” I said, feigning illness. “Can you keep an eye on things if Ella wakes up? I’m going to go to urgent care.”Selina frowned, looking at her watch. “Do you need a driver?” she asked.I vehemently shook my head. “No. It’s okay. I’ll call a cab.”“Well… Alright,” she said, pursing her lips. “Be careful.”After that, I put on a simple dress that could pass for urgent care attire if anyone were to question me, and flagged down a cab outside of the penthouse.Just as I suspected, the art gallery was packed to the brim when I arrived. As I got out of the cab, I felt a lump rise in my throat; all of the other patrons seemed to be dressed lavishly, which made me feel incredibly out of place.There was a line with a bouncer to get in. I stood in line
MoanaAs Ethan mentioned the “Golden Wolf”, I felt Mina react strongly in my head. She didn’t say anything, but I could tell that she was just as intrigued as I was. “I haven’t heard of the Golden Wolf,” I said, shaking my head.Ethan smiled. “If you want to know more about werewolves, then this will interest you,” he said. He turned and started to walk, nodding with his head for me to follow. As I walked with him, he began to speak, gesticulating with his hands.“The story of the Golden Wolf is a story that has been passed down through generations and generations of werewolves,” he began. “If I’m being honest, I’m not entirely sure if it’s real or just an old wives’ tale; some werewolves will say it’s real, and others will say that it’s just a legend. Either way, it’s an important story. You see, there was supposedly once an extremely rare, golden wolf that was spotted only once in the forest by a human. He was hunting for his village, long before humans knew about werewolves, and he
MoanaI felt a hand on my arm in the crowd and turned around, expecting to see Ethan or one of his friends standing there.But it wasn’t any of them.It was Edrick.Without speaking, he kept his grip firmly on my arm and pulled me away from the crowd, into a private room.“What are you doing here?” he asked, although I was certain that he had already seen me with Ethan and his friends. “I thought you were sick and had to go to urgent care.”I felt my heart rate quicken. “I…”Before I could answer, he raised his hand to indicate for me to stop speaking and then rubbed the bridge of his nose exasperatedly. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that you’re making a mistake by hanging around Ethan. And now you lie about your health so you can sneak out and galavant all over town with him?”“I wouldn’t feel it necessary to lie and sneak if it wasn’t for the fact that you seem to have boundless enmity for your own brother.”Edrick’s face darkened. “He is not my brother,” he snarle