LOGINAmelia Kennedy had it all. A loving family, amazing friends, and anything she could ask for. At least untill her 16th birthday. The day that changed it all. After failing to shift she was made to be the packs slave. Her life stripped of all meaning. Even her closest friends turned their backs. She believes her life is set in stone. That is until she met him. Xavier, The vampires coven head. With the help of Xavier, Amelia might just figure out what it takes to be a shifter.
View MoreAs I stared at the closed door on front of me I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I turned and started walking towards the woods. The familiar feeling of nature taking over any fear I still had. The walk wasn't long, but it seemed to come much more quickly than I remember it being. My pack felt heavy on my shoulder as I reached the wall. Placing my hand on the side before entering I could feel the wind start to race and the same calm voice that I had grown accustomed to speaking. "Go to the Forest Amelia." The voice no longer scared me, but it still felt eerie. I removed my fingers from the cold stone and made my way to the clearing. He was already waiting for me. Sat beside the waters edge looking up at the moons and stars. "hello little one." His voice was low, soft. He stood from the waters edge and finally turned to me. He took in my appearance and felt the heat rise to my cheeks. My head lowered instantly. His footsteps grew closer till I could see the tops of his boots u
“My offer still stands little one.” I nodded my head unable to speak. I could feel fear fill my stomach and something else mixed with it. Excitement. Small but there. I was ready to leave. “Tonight.” My voice was small barely a whisper, though he seemed to hear me just fine. “I’ll be here little one.” He squeezed my shoulder once and turned to walk back the way he came through the forest. Before he disappeared out of sight he turned to look at me. His eyes held something I had never seen before. I didn’t have time to decipher the meaning. Instead I turned and went my own way back to the house I once called home to finish my preparation. Tonight I would leave. I would not allow my family to be the end of me. I would not be a slave anymore. I had a chance,and I was going to take it. As night slowly approached I gathered my things. The shaking of my fingers made my attempts of doing things quietly significantly harder. I didn't own much anymore just enough to fill my old backpa
My mind was quiet. The darkness enveloped me in its clutches and left me alone with myself. The quiet, the peace of it. Too soon, my alarm ruined my happiness, and my eyes shot open. Today was it. The final day before I left. I had to be inconspicuous and quiet. Any hesitation could very well be the last of me. I was certain. I knew I could do this. I just needed to go about the day as normal. Slipping off my sheet and wiping a cold, damp rag across my face from the water bucket, I dressed and headed to start my day. Most of the day would just be finalizing the fittings and sewing dresses for the party. After that, I would cook dinner and prepare my bag. As I continued making breakfast, I couldn’t help the nerves running down my spine. I knew I had no choice but to leave, but leaving the only place I ever knew as my home was far from easy. Soon, my thoughts were turned to the footsteps of my family coming to the dining room to start their day. Their voices were filled with excitement
The next morning I was greeted with the alarm and quickly shut it off. Tuesday. Today I would be helping some of the other pack members design their dresses for the festival. The work was tedious, but it also excused me from all my other daily chores until after. While it was still early there were quite a few members up from the excitement. I remember those days. The beautiful gowns and dancing. The food and how right at midnight we would go on a run together to celebrate our nature and who we were, as we goddess created us.The work piled on quickly as I had a line of men and women coming for measurements and looking through the color and design options. Most people were to excited to pay me any mind, at least I thought. When I smelled that horrid perfume I knew Rebecca was back. “Okay i`m only going to say this once so listen up human.” I nodded my head and grabbed out my notepad writing down her name and measurements before preparing her directions. " I want a strapless, floo






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