روايات وقصص ضمن We're Not Meant To Be

Some things aren’t meant to be safe. They’re meant to be real.

I let go of Byron's hand and watched from the side with an indifferent expression. That ticket had cost us our entire savings—30 thousand dollars. And we'd waited three years for a shot at Centraford, where we'd finally be able to rise from being low-tier civilian werewolves to official Silvren Talons workers—registered, salaried, and numbered. If we missed this train, we'd be stuck forever in Sidersville, a chaotic melting pot, never able to enter the heart of the werewolf city-state. Without a ticket, we couldn't even step on the train. This made everyone anxious.

With that she stood up and left us behind. Am not a beast! Am not a wolf! Those words really hurt me so much. They were like a silver knife as been stubbed into my heart. Why does everyone think that werewolves are beasts!? Why? I blurted out trying to prevent the tears coming down from my eyes.

Not as warning. As witness. As hope. Because in the end, we weren’t meant to control the world. We were meant to become part of its song. And now, it sings. Not perfectly.

We don't need to. ---

Because deep down— I knew— It wasn’t done with us. Not even close.

We weren't rare. We weren't legends. We were just home. Exactly like he said.

Except the life we're going to build together. No matter what.

Not for me. For all of us.