"Oh! Goddess! You're sitting!" Lily exclaims.The bathtub or whatever I'm lying in was made in such a way that I can lie flat on my back with my face and ears elevated above the water. Right now I'm not lying flat like I was before. I'm sitting up inside the tub."Look at that! I am indeed sitting!" I also exclaim with excitement. "I'm recovering fast!""Yeah, you are. I think I should give you more shocking and exciting news. Don't you think?""Yes, yes, you should. Any more where that came from?" I ask and we both laugh "Should I still lie flat on my back or continue to sit?" I ask her"Lie flat. Let your body continue to soak in the herbs. For today, at least.""Yes, I agree." I grin as I slowly lay back in the water.I hear as she sigh contentedly then."Everything is almost back on track. Now where did I stop?... Yeah, where you were shocked when you heard what was not even my real age. You know, I'm certainly older than two thousand, nine hundred and eighty years old. I'll have
'Balance between good and evil.' I continue to wonder to myself even after I'm left alone in the room Lily assigned me.Why maintain the balance between good and evil when you have the power to eradicate evil from the world? Why allow evil people to grow and prosper on earth when you can have them destroyed? The ways of the gods are very strange if you ask me.***It took two days of soaking in Lily's special bath for me to be able to stand without aid and I had started to move around by nightfall of that same day. After that, she started the ritual for my eyes. This was painful as hell but I bear it. According to Lily, I have parents and a mate who I was about to get married to. I have to get well quickly so I can return home to them.I regained my eyesight and memory on the same day. It was the morning of the day I was originally scheduled to wake up. It happened unexpectedly, one after the other. Instead of darkness, I opened my eyes to see a bright blue sky filled with birds and
I hear a knock on the door. Instead of answering and telling the person to come in, I turn my back on it. Who else would be knocking if not Lily? This is her house, she sure doesn't need my permission to enter any room in her house.I heard the door creak open after a while that she had been knocking."Sif?" She calls softly."Yeah..." I answer without turning to face her. My voice sounds hoarse and I quickly clear it before asking her,"What do you want me to do? Is it time for another ritual? You can go, I'll be with you soon.""It's not time for another ritual. I came to call you for breakfast... Hearing your voice right now– are you still crying?""No, I'm not crying. And I'm not hungry now. I can always eat later."She sighs out loud."Please stop crying." She pleads, ignoring the lie I just told. "It's been two hours! How can you cry for that long!? You're making me feel bad about myself."I immediately turned to face her on hearing what she said. No, that's not right. How can
I hate daytime. The rise of the sun which usually brings some level of joy to others has only brought sadness to me. My suffering would usually begin with back-breaking chores as the sun rises and would go on and on while getting physically abused in the process, till late in the evening when most pack members finally retire to bed. What makes it worse is that my body is not strong enough to withstand the magnitude of pain they inflict on me, and I don't heal as fast as a normal werewolf should. I feel the impact of every blow and kick they rained on me more than I would have felt if I had gotten my wolf. I'm not a normal werewolf you see. I'm a very late bloomer. Normally, the shifting age for werewolves is fifteen years. Sixteen for late bloomers. When I didn't shift at even seventeen years, I became the omega freak who is the butt of every joke. The stress reliever for every frustrated and the punching bag for every aggressive pack member, most especially those that called themse
After the Alpha, Luna, and Beta, the Gamma wolves are the next in command in a pack's chain of command. They are the supreme protectors of a pack which puts them among the high-ranking and most respected officials of a pack. No wonder all the shifters inside the dining hall had shock written all over their faces when I didn't rush to do as the Gamma chief had commanded. They thought I'd gone crazy for having the guts to disobey a high-ranking officer of the packI squat in front of Martha's chair instead and look into her eyes that has tears in them. Martha is not a shifter. She's human, yet she treats me better than my own kind. As if she's my mother."I told you I'll make the coffee, Martha. You could have hurt yourself! You didn't even have your walking stick with you, what if you fall and break another bone?""I'm sorry child. I just wanted to help. When I saw you were already behind schedule... I - I was trying to help so you wouldn't get punished, instead, I made it worse... I
Even though my sense of hearing isn't that great, I stand still in the middle of the woods, listening with my head tilted to one side... but all I hear is silence! I become worried then since I know there's nothing like a silent night in these woods that I've been walking to and from the pack house for the past two years.It is simply not right. The night air is supposed to be dominated by the sounds of crickets and frogs. The sounds of owls that hoot every so often in the distance. The sounds of the wind that relieves the humid heat and rustle the trees, and also the occasional high-pitched howls made by amorous foxes.I feel cold chilling sensations and goosebumps all over my body as I resume walking– hurriedly this time.The only sound I can hear right now is the sound of my footsteps crunching over twigs and dead leaves and it's creeping me out. I stop walking yet again when it feels as if I'm being watched, turning around to see if there is somebody behind me but no one. 'I must
Today promises to be a beautiful day. This morning is unlike any other I've woken up to see in the past eighteen years. I open my eyes to the sound of my alarm at 5 a.m and I couldn't stop my usually grim face from splitting into a huge grin. Gone are the days I would sleep and wish I never wake upEven though my room is a windowless small space under the stairwell that I shared with the brooms, mops, and buckets. Right on my foldable and narrow cot bed, I imagine myself looking out of my imaginary window, inhaling the air to smell the neighbor's blooming flowers while listening to the birds sings their joyful song. I can't wait to tell Martha my good news when I get to work.It's less than a week to my eighteenth birthday and I finally, finally shifted after waiting for so long. Yeah, I'm still happy and optimistic even though I shifted to something that looks more like a monster than a wolf. It was lurking in a corner somewhere inside of me, waiting for the perfect opportunity to le
Thor's POV"Thor, your father is on the line for you." Eric, my best friend and assistant said. I look up from the vegetables and pieces of fruit I was adding to the blender to see him walk towards me with a phone in hand.I ignore the phone and continue with what I'm doing"You can tell Vlad, The Impaler, I'm not home or he could go fuck himself, I don't give a shit either way!" I coldly reply. I'm about to add another vegetable to the smoothie I'm making when I hear my old man's angry voice blaring out of the phone's speaker. My hand freezes midair over the blender with the kale I'm about to put in it"You scoundrel, son of a gun!... 'Vlad, The Impaler!?' Really!?... I might not be the best father in the world but I am still your father, stupid and I hope you've not forgotten that!?... I expect you back home in California by tomorrow evening! And when I say tomorrow evening, I mean tomorrow evening Thor! This is the last time I will be asking you so don't force my hand into doing