Chapter 4
"What is wrong with Ally, mama? Is she sick?"
"She is not sick. Just a little different.That is why you must not tell anyone about it and make sure she is safe and can protect herself. People will hurt her if they know she is different. We don't want that, do we?"
"No. I'll always protect her. I promise."
"I know, my beautiful Kara. My strong girl."
Camille to daughter, Kara (11yrs)
Ally’s POV
My father was going mad with rage. Three more dead bodies had been found in less than two weeks. All showing the same symptoms:
No pupils, fangs removed and black liquid oozing from their mouth. All in their teenage years.
At first, we were convinced that whoever was doing this attacked only girls, until Jeff's dead body was found floating on the lake.
Jeff was one of the star quarterbacks in the town's high school, barely in his sophomore year. He'd gone missing for days, just like the others before him and had turned up in front of his parents house, dead. His mother was devastated and had almost committed suicide. I couldn't blame her. He was the only child she'd been blessed with and children were an almost rarity amongst supernaturals.
Now, everyone between the ages 15-20 was seated in the Town square,our parents sitting opposite us.
I was terrified out of my mind because somehow, I always seemed to be near when the bodies were discovered. Caleb had tried to pacify me,saying that it was barely a coincidence, but what if it wasn't?
I didn't even want to think about finding Caleb's body or worse,dying and leaving Myers alone.
"It's going to be fine, Ally. I'm not going anywhere."Caleb whispered, taking my hands in his and when I looked at him, he gave me a reassuring smile.
"Calm down,your eyes are glowing"He whispered and I stiffened when he lowered his voice even lower to tell me the colour. "Yellow."
"Now is not the time to be funny."
"You know I wouldn't joke about that. Close your eyes and breathe." I nodded and did as he asked and when I opened my eyes,he gave me a nod of approval,never leaving my hand.
I sighed and moved the fake glasses I wore sometimes as close to my face as possible. Not that I needed it anyway. My eyesight was more than perfect. I was eleven-still a long way to go before my first shift, five years to be exact- when my eyes glowed for the first time.
I had chocolate hair and hazel eyes, much to the surprise of the townfolk because my dad had dark hair and brown eyes whereas my mum was the perfect blonde with emerald eyes, and Myers and Kara had inherited her features and good looks.
We were out playing in the woods and I had twisted my ankle. Kara had rushed and we'd watched as the broken ankle went back into place as if nothing had happened. She'd looked up at me to see if I was as shocked as she was and gasped, saying that my eyes weren't hazel any longer but were the brightest yellow.
I'd shrugged it off, telling Kara that we were probably seeing things, but neither of us could explain the fact that until after the first shift, werewolf children were relatively human and couldn't heal rapidly but I'd done exactly that. And there was the fact that my eyes were glowing a different color already.
In the end, we'd gone to our mama to tell her everything and she'd repeated what she'd told me that first time when I burnt down her garden in Italian, the native language of her parents, whom she'd had to cut off contact with the moment she agreed to be the mate of a werewolf.
"You are special, my beautiful Allyson. You are unnatural. You are a secret. No one must know or you will die."
Months later, when Kara had come home with tickets for a movie that I'd wanted to watch but had sold out at our town's cinema, I'd almost snuffed the life out of her and was jubilating when she stopped me and screamed.
"Your eyes!" Kara gasped and I frowned.
"What are you talking about? You shouldn't joke about stuff like that, Kara" Before I knew what was happening, she'd dragged me to stand in front of her bathroom mirror and I gasped when I saw it. Bright yellow orbs.
"What are we going to do? I can't go to school like this. Nobody can find out."
I began pacing from one end to another ignoring the awestruck look on Kara's face.
"Well-" I snapped my fingers in front of her. "What? You could just use glasses or tell anyone that it's contacts. It's the reigning thing now. Besides,you haven't told anyone about, you know" she gesticulated with her hands.
I smiled sheepishly. "Uhmmm,I might have told a certain Caleb." Kara's expression turned grim. "Why would you do that?"
"It was an accident!!! I set his books aflame."
"Mama said not to tell anyone. He could get hurt or worse. Even father doesn't know. Mama made sure of it. And please,don't tell Myers. Where does this Caleb stay?"
"Your father is looking this way. Please tell me you've been listening. I don't want my head on a pike." Caleb whispered and when I nodded sheepishly, he sighed. "You haven't been listening, have you?" "What'd he say?"
"There's going to be a curfew. All teens must always have their phones and be in groups of at least two. So in other words, I have to follow you everywhere, even the bathroom." Caleb said and wiggled his eyebrows and I smacked his arm.
"I say we fight those good for nothing monsters. I'm sure they are behind this." One man stood up and spoke. People began to murmur and nod their heads,even teens who didn't know more than sucking each other's faces. I snorted. Many of these kids had never witnessed violence before or taken a life.