“Now...That is totally insane.” Betty said. I could tell that she was nervous. And Teresa was too. She stopped washing the dishes.
“I know what I saw and heard. It happened twice.”
“Max, I think you are tired.”
Max’s POV
I was not having any of the bull that they are feeding me. I knew that they are keeping secrets and that I am not stupid to put two and two together like these two would think.
There was a loud animal howling that stopped me from whatever I was going to tell them. A shrieking, animal voice, a howl. I felt her eyelids droop and go heavy and everything went pitch black.
I woke up on my bed. Still wearing the clothes that I was wearing last night. It was morning now. So I slept through the night? My head ached but I was sure that I did not drink any alcoholic beverage unless the lemonade my grandmother served was mixed with a little vodka. I remembered what happened yesterday and today is the second day that I have a grandmother and that I was now in Haven and....something else, I remembered the man I saw at the woods last night.
I got up from bed and opened the drapes of my window. The Alabama sun was relentless and it pierced my eyes.It took me a moment to adjust to the blinding light. Just as I expected, that it is daytime. The forest and the house had a good distance apart and she knew where exactly the man was standing last night.
“How are you feeling?” It was my mother. If anything, she looked tired and as if she did not get some sleep. The only question was why?
“I’m good. What happened last night.I think I fainted.”
“You did, fatigue maybe. Mom says breakfast is ready.”
“I’m gonna freshen a bit.”
I went down after changing into fresh clothes and smelled the pancakes. Instinctively, I knew it was pancakes and blue berries and waffles and that the coffee was Folgers. Betty also made some eggs and bacon. My stomach was really grumbling and i did not know why. I was a light eater my whole life.
“There she is. Come, honey. As promised, I’ve made you breakfast and I am sure you will like it.” Betty looked like she did not also get some sleep like Teresa.
“Thanks. I could smell them from the bathroom.Can I call you Grams? Grandma is a little too old.”
“Oh, that is lovely! Teresa, she gave me a new name! Grams. Can you believe it?” Betty was overwhelmed when my mom came back from the yard and carrying a handful of gooseberries.
“Yeah. Charming. I wonder when she will start calling me mom.”
“Don’t mind your mother. Eat.”
When Grams said eat, she did not expect me to almost wipe everything at the table off completely. I was amazed by my appetite too. On normal days, I could only consume one pancake and a half glass of orange juice. Teresa and Grams looked at me while I was eating.They looked not surprised. The look on their faces was something I would closely associate with fear and concern.
“That was an awesome breakfast,Grams.”
Teresa told me to get my stuff ready for school. It was weird because I was not even enrolled yet. But I was too satisfied with breakfast to argue with my mother. As usual, I did as I was told. I went up to take a hot shower and got dressed. I do not know if the school in Haven had a dress code but I wanted to play it safe. I just wore jeans. A navy blue blouse and my black hoodie since it was a little cold outside. I grabbed my back pack and checked myself in the mirror.
I am Maxine Shepard. Almost sixteen. My hair is blonde and I have blue green eyes. My friends in Manhattan would always tell me I look pretty. I was five six inches and was gifted both in the boobs and a** department. I wear make up sporadically but I think this is a good day to wear a little lip stain. You know what they say, first impressions last. I was pleased with I am seeing.
I heard our car honking and I knew it is time to go. I looked at my own reflection in the mirror one more time to give myself a little enthusiasm for today. First day in a new school is either lovely or disappointing.
“Max, you can do this. You are a nice and charming girl. That’s just another school. You can do this.”
My mother was not the patient type and honked again and again until I reached the steps.
“I am coming!” I yelled.
I passed by grandma drinking tea in the living room. “See you tonight, Grams!”
“Have fun dear!”
I opened the door and went back inside again to kiss my grandmother. It was a lovely thing to do since she prepared awesome food last night and this morning. Gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Betty was pleased and slipped me two folded Benjamins.
Max was off to a good start for the day.
Now that it is not dark like yesterday, max could see better how Haven looked. It was not bad at all. There were little children walking and people going abut their own lives. The school was not even ten minutes away from their place.
Teresa found a parking spot. In fact, finding a parking spot was not hard. Since there were only a few cars parked. A huge number of parked bikes was on the the other side and was marked ‘student’s parking’. The town was too small that the kids do not even need cars here. In front was a huge cemented wall that says: WELCOME TO HAVEN HIGH SCHOOL.
Funny how I look back and look at myself in the mirror now. I did not want to go here. I even considered leaving my mom in the car that day. I am just glad that I did not do that. Because if I did, I have never known how much my parents loved me that they had to do selfless acts of love to keep me.Now, my standard with love is high. If you can’t be loyal to me like my mother or if you cannot lay down your life for the people you hold close to your heart--that is not love. Nit even fucking close.My father was now back in our life. He was no longer disheveled and he had gained weight because my grandmother never stopped cooking for him. Every day, Betty Shepard never fails to get up in the morning to bake or hunt for game so Clayton will get better. I honestly think that we all gained weight too. No one can resist my grandmother’s cooking. It will take sheer will power and on hell of determination to do so. He looks way,way better now. He looks like the man in the portrait in the vill
Max’s POVI had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy. After consuming it, I instantly felt better and my bruises and small scrapes vanished almost instantly. It did not taste good, but most medicines do not. And that us a fact. My mother left me with her care because she had to make sure that I will be given a lot of nourishment for dinner tonight. I am well aware that the kitchen will be very busy tonight with the turn up of guests and the number of men in the infirmary. They will all be needing nourishing as much as I do. Knowingmy mother, she will personally see to it that I will be served first. Teresa , unfortunately, how magnificent her battle strategy and
The heavy iron door creaked open. I did not expect any visitors today. It was my half brother together with Vlad, the leader of the Rogues. To what I owe the pleasure of an unprecedented visit, I did nit fully understand. And just when I thought that my little hell could not fit any more evil creature, a tiny woman slithered in. I do not recognize her, but seeing that she was clinging into Vlad’s arm like a viper, my instincts tell me that she was with them, not forced or coerced. The child was no more older than my Max. This girl should not even be here. “This place stinks, oh, is this who I think he is?” The girl sounded giddy and very young. “Yes, Hesther.The famed Constantine Clayton Black.” Vlad confirmed. So, her name is Hester. This was the first time that Vlad allowed my cell to be opened and for other ‘guests’ inside. He would normally have me dragged outside whenever he fancies beating me up. But , over the years , they also had developed a way with me. They would starv
I hear a woman's voice. I know that voice. “Max.”"Max." I woke up. Somehow, I do not remember signing up for a nature trip. Everything that I see was either green or colorful. Or colorful flowers that I have never seen. I even saw some that were impossibe to grow in a climate like Alabama. This is a wonderful garden. I do not recall the villa to have this garden. If it had a garden as beuatuful as this one, I am sure that Elsa could have at least mentioned its existence to me. It had beautiful gardens and landscapes but it was nothing compared to this. All that is missing is good book and a hammock. Ah. My flesh seemed so light and free. Damn, I was wearing a tunic. It was soft, flowing and it smelled really great. Hang on, I just remembered that I was in a battle and I made Hera work with me. My stomach felt like I had lead in it and my throat was parched.“Am I ---”“Dead?”Pinch me, I just saw Hera. I know it was her even if I did not, even once saw her in her human form. She
Through a number of arms and legs that try to attack me, I could still see Zayn behind me. He was an excellent fighter having been training since he ad first learned to walk, but he was not a hybrid like me. My stamina is worth a hundred fold than any of these men who were attacking me. I tried to block some and pushed many. As much as possible, I did not want to hurt them as they were just obeying orders from the alpha’s and were clearly motivated by the price on my head.“Zayn?! You good?” I screamed at him while giving a massive bloke an uppercut to stop him from trying to hug me from behind.“Yeah! You?” I saw his bruises and cuts. And one attacker had transformed into a wolf and cut his arm with his claws. That was the fucking it for me. I transformed into my wolf and attacked everyone near Zayn. He was bleeding profusely. I howled and asked them to stop, but they kept going. They leave me with no choice. I am not going to let them lay another finger or paw on my mate.“Hera.
Zayn’s POV“I wanted everything that you have. Everything.”These were my youngest sister’s words and it kept on circling and reverberating on my head long after they were gone. My sister grew up to a wonderful family where she was adored, loved and given all the comforts of life. She almost always gets what he want. My father did not have the heart to stop her whenever she demanded anything from him. Had our mother be still alive, maybe she won’t end up like this. Mothers dicipline better and those with mothers like Max grow up to be better persons. I miss my mother. “She said she wanted everything.” I know that Max was behind me. Since we have accepted each other to be mates, I can feel her presence even from afar. “This is hard for you. I do not really like your sister, but she is still your sister. We will get her back, okay? I think she is not in this on her own accord. It is not too late.”"Yeah." I agreed. " She is not a fan of yours either. I guess she really wanted the spot