It was unheard of for a child born of werewolf parents to be human.
Yet I was
From the very moment I was born, i became a contradiction ...a mistake the pack could not explain.
No one knew whether my curse was merely wolfsbane, an unshifted wolf, or something far worse.
My father doted on her until my seventh birthday always watching me like a hawk, hoping for an improvement in my health or any sign of wolf but I only brought him a bigger heat ache. My sisters desth.
My condition became so strange afterwards that no shaman passed through the pack without being sneaked into the betas house for my sake.
Their conclusions were always the same.
'She was cursed to bring downfall.'
'She should be killed before it was too late.'
Some even claimed I was the ever rumoured 'Black Wolf'
So I'm to be executed. For the the death of my sister. My execution was postponed only because I was still a minor and not of age for the moon judgement. Although it was mostly because of my grandmother threat to take her own life should any harm come to her. No one really cared a human minors death.
Instead of being killed, I was hidden.
Locked away in the attic of the pack house, far from curious eyes and cruel whispers. Forbidden from being seen. Forbidden from existing. I was denied contact with people, but even that felt merciful compared to a public beheading.
I learned to read and write by myself. I was never homeschooled since my father feared the pack would discover I had been kept alive. Thankfully, the attic was filled with books, and I was forced to teach herself everything she knew.
The incident that killed me sister stole my memory. I was left with only one jagged fragment — the reminder that I killed my sister.
I had no idea how it happened, or why. Deep down, I knew I had loved my sister dearly, which made the belief that I was her murderer a pain far more suffocating
Now my hands clung to the window as I stared out There were so many people—smiling, laughing, and gently eyeing members of the opposite gender.
It was one of my favorite pack events. From the books of the werewolves I had read, I suspected it was a mating ceremony though there were many festivals listed, and I could never be certain.
On days like this, the attic doors were double-locked.
A small note would be slipped beneath the door.
Do not leave this room. No matter the tricks your mind plays on you. Your existence must never be known or your death will be sooner.
I always inhaled deeply after reading it. Then I spent the rest of the day watching life happen without me, clinging to the fragile hope that one day, I would be free.
But I have waited.
Waited until minutes turned to hours. Hours turned to days. Days into months, and months into years—yet no sign of my release ever came.
A few drops of cold water splashed against my skin, forcing her to turn abruptly.
The fair lady was standing at the door again. Yet after all this years, i didn't know the woman's name or how to address her. The woman never spoke to me and never even dared to step her foot inside the room.
I smiled as usual, waving repeatedly, but the woman was too focused on pushing three packed meals toward me with a stick.
My Breakfast. Lunch and Dinner.
Usually, the door would be slammed shut immediately after. But this time, the woman stepped aside, revealing the image of my mother.
Oh how I long for my mother's warm hug, but when my mother stepped back as I approached, I stopped herself.
"Use your voice," my mother snapped. "Must you act like a brute?"
As if I had a voice to use.
I've lost my ability to hear or even speak since I was born and my mother knows that better than anyone else.
I rolled her eyes, picked up one of the meal packs, and retreated to the corner of the room to eat in silence.
I know my mother continued shouting—about regret, about shame, about how giving birth to me was the greatest mistake she had ever made.
A few minutes later, I glanced toward the door, expecting that she already as she always did. Instead, my eyes were caught by a pair of kind, pitiful eyes
The woman wiped her eyes with a clean cloth and turned to my mother.
"How could you do this to your own child?" she asked softly. "Haven't all these years proven that this sweet girl was merely unfortunate?"
"Unfortunate, Mother?" her mother scoffed.
I realized then that it was my grandmother. She had grown old—so old I had almost forgotten her face. I haven't seen her since the day she swore to take her own life if I was ever killed.
"That child is not unfortunate," her mother continued. "Look at my other children. They are healthy and strong—with complete wolves. If I didn't give birth to her, my precious daughter would have lived! "
"would you rather lose two daughters then?" My grandmother pleaded. "Come back to your senses before it's too late."
"I refuse to ignore the truth," my mother snapped. "We were tricked. That child was switched at birth. Has it ever been heard of for a human to be born from pure-bred werewolves? Her father was a beta. So was mine. She should carry royal wolf blood—not human blood."
Her words burned deeper than any blade ever could, carving straight into my heart.
But I didn''t cry. More like I couldn't
Somewhere along the way, I had lost the ability to feel anything at all.
Maybe my life had hollowed me out. Or maybe my curse was finally taking shape. One of the books said the absence of emotion could slowly turn a person into a psychopath.
And I've found myself looking forward to that very day!.
"Can you hear yourself right now?" my grandmother whispered. "Saying all this in front of her. Don't you care about her feelings?"
"Why should I care?" my mother sneered. "It's not like she can hear me anyway. She's deaf and dumb."
I watched my mother's mouth move.
She was very wrong.
I could read lips perfectly.
I smiled and waved at my grandmother, pretending I hadn't understood most of the conversation. It was time for me to finally leave this hell and I know my smile is just going to manipulate grandmother.
I'm sorry grandma.
She took the bait, pushed my mother aside and stepped into the attic—the very first person who ever had.
She wrapped me against her bosom and gently patted my back.
"This won't do!" the old woman barked, dragging the me toward the door.
My mother, however, wasn't having it. She spread her arms wide, blocking their path.
"You'd have to step over my dead body to take her out there."
"Gladly," the grandmother snapped, "but I won't. I'm taking her so she can finally have her freedom."
Maybe another day, Mother! She is due to be finally judged as an adult. Do you want her to be free after killing her own sister? You might just be next! Besides This is the Mating Ball—the streets are crawling with people! We can't possibly risk someone discovering she's her mate although I doubt she won't be immediately Rejected anyways. "
I suppressed a smile; I was right, after all. It was the mating ball and I could find a mate that would change everything! Taking advantage of the argument, I slipped from my grandmother's grip and drifted to the nearest room . More because there's a certain scent drawing me to it.