Frost Legacy: The Inheritance

Chapter 1

Aunt Mauve suggested meditation and yoga. She felt this would keep my wolf at bay. She used this technique in an attempt to improve her sometimes lapsing memory, but neither worked for me. The solution for me has been more physical. Uncle Kalen introduced me to the world of mixed martial arts. Krav Maga is definitely my favorite. I love the intense workouts and I train nonstop. It gives me the outlet I need. If I work hard enough and punish myself, I don't feel the guilt of having survived when my parents didn't. Finally, after two years of practice, I rule my wolf for the first time, but my memory is still locked away.

In the large school, I had attended, I'd perfected the art of invisibility and skated through sophomore year unnoticed, that is until "little Miss Perfect" opened her mouth. This time luck has forsaken me. Now that we are returning to Serenade Falls, my family's hometown, I'll be the reason for questions and stares among the measly three hundred students who attend Serenade Falls High School. Fate must hate me.

I am terrified of this return. I feel danger, but the reason for fear remains a whisper in the farthest reaches of my mind. Uncle Kalen says that the pack will help me, but I don't see how a pack could be of any help.

I explained my apprehension of living in the same small town where I'd lost my parents to Uncle Kalen, but he brushed me off. When Aunt Mauve stopped in for her weekly visit, he broke the news of the move to her and she thought it was a great idea. She behaved as if she'd won the lottery or something and her reaction only made me more suspicious of the move from Texas.

If I break down and lose control, mob-filled streets will be our future. All my confidence collapsed like an abandoned building because of this sudden trek across the country. If Uncle Kalen and the community only suspected what I feared was locked away inside of me, I'd be completely alone, once again.

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Our Range Rover devoured the miles of asphalt that separated Texas from Serenade Falls. Uncle Kalen insisted this move was crucial and I just couldn't believe his excuses of you'll see soon enough or many things in your life will change once we're back. Aunt Mauve told me similar cryptic messages or she just rambled nonsense when I asked her about his reasoning. In my mind, one small slip up like the one I had with "little Miss Perfect" shouldn't warrant leaving Texas and moving back there. I really didn't see how anything would be different for us in Serenade Falls. How could a pack help me? I'd still be constantly on guard and all the confidence and control I had worked so hard to attain might just vanish like a vapor. My arguments seemed to mean nothing to Uncle Kalen. Secretly, I believe he hoped this move would force me to regain my memory. I'd hate to disappoint him once again.

"Kit Kat," my uncle started by using his nickname for me. "I know this isn't ideal, but it will be great. You'll see. Even Mauve is coming with us." His attempt to ease my trepidation crashed and burned. Nope, I rather not go to Serenade Falls. Forget his so-called changes or ulterior motives.

"I thought we were doing fine at home," I whined as he pierced me with his fatherly scowl. "Okay, I shouldn't have scared her or shown her my other side. And no matter how much she deserved it, it was wrong. I won't do it again. I promise. Can't we please go back to Texas?" I normally don't use this tactic, but I needed to sway his decision and I was running out of ideas. I pulled my long, chestnut colored hair into a high ponytail and continued. "This is really unfair. How will being around people I haven't seen since I was five help anything? I don't understand. I only need you and Aunt Mauve. We're the three Musketeers, remember. This place will only make me worse and you know it. Being here feels wrong. Don't you feel it?"

I wanted a better reason for this move and I had told both Aunt Mauve and him as much while packing this past week.

"I told you that something will take place in your life and the Grey family can help us through it. It's not just about learning to control your shifting," he continued calmly without answering my other question. That was one thing I both loved and hated about this man, no matter how much I pushed him, he rarely raised his voice. Sometimes, I wished that he'd get irate and argue back, instead of staying so reasonable all the time. Aunt Mauve was way more fun in an argument.