Whispers of the Wolf
My name is Katia; I want to find my fated mate and live a peaceful life raising our pups. The problem is that I have holes in my memories and don’t understand who or what I am. I know I am a werewolf, but I am also something else.
Rejection is the last straw! I am not worthy is the reason he gives. The pain doubles me over; my wolf is whimpering in my head, and tears are running down my face. I whispered my acceptance of his rejection and took off running.
I ran through the pack house, across the green, manicured lawn, and into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me, and our life has been difficult. She whispers," It's not your fault, Katia."
I don't know how long or far we ran, but we came to a cliff with a waterfall. The pain from the rejection is unbearable, and the hurt keeps pounding at me. I know I am missing something. Aza, my wolf, feels it, too; she says we are more than regular werewolves and are here for a reason. We cannot remember the reason. I stand staring at the water running over and down, creating the fall. What is the reason? Why can I or Aza not remember? Does it have something to do with the way others treat us? I am trying to figure out why our memories do not make sense. My sweet girl and I want peace. I stand staring into the oblivion of the pool at the bottom of the waterfall. Someone was yelling my name from the direction I ran. I do not want to go back there.
I spread my arms and fly.
Rejection is the last straw! I am not worthy is the reason he gives. The pain doubles me over; my wolf is whimpering in my head, and tears are running down my face. I whispered my acceptance of his rejection and took off running.
I ran through the pack house, across the green, manicured lawn, and into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me, and our life has been difficult. She whispers," It's not your fault, Katia."
I don't know how long or far we ran, but we came to a cliff with a waterfall. The pain from the rejection is unbearable, and the hurt keeps pounding at me. I know I am missing something. Aza, my wolf, feels it, too; she says we are more than regular werewolves and are here for a reason. We cannot remember the reason. I stand staring at the water running over and down, creating the fall. What is the reason? Why can I or Aza not remember? Does it have something to do with the way others treat us? I am trying to figure out why our memories do not make sense. My sweet girl and I want peace. I stand staring into the oblivion of the pool at the bottom of the waterfall. Someone was yelling my name from the direction I ran. I do not want to go back there.
I spread my arms and fly.
BXG
Comedy
Drama
Magical world
Tragedy