My mother shoved me in the bushes of the raunchiest smelling bush I knew.
“Mama?!” I cried.
“Shush baby. Stay here and no matter what do not move or make a sound. Got it?” She sternly said.
I nodded my head utterly confused and frightened. We were walking in the forest when a howl broke the silence of the forest. My mother had run even though it was far away. I ran with her my still short legs hardly keeping up and that’s when she shoved me in the bush.
“I love you baby don’t you ever forget that” she kissed my head and retreated backwards.
“I love you too” I whispered.
My mother put her finger to her lips in silence. Her body was trembling and her eyes held so much fear. They were like saucers in her pale face. Her black hair swished as the wind blew around her. She took another step back. A howl came again, only closer. A whimper escaped my lips. My mother turned her head ever so slightly towards me and shook her head. She wasn’t looking at me which frightened me even more. She was looking into the dark woods. The crickets buzzed around and the moon lit the little clearing my mom was standing in. the way the rays bounced off her hair made me want to run and touch them. As if I was going to catch the light and keep it. Suddenly the ground shook. Not like an earth quake, but you could tell that something big was coming. I covered my mouth with my hands. I was shaking from the cold and from the fear radiating off my mother.
I heard a growl coming from a bush nearby. My mother screamed and tried to run. But before she could even turn around, a wolf leaped out of the bushes and onto her. His paws took her down easily and his teeth went for her neck. He was a big wolf, bigger than any I’ve seen in zoos. I almost screamed but I remembered my mother’s warning. I watched as the wolf bit into her neck blood squirting into and out of his mouth. His fur was coated with a thick layer. My mother’s last scream was gargled with blood spitting from her mouth. She took the opportunity to glance my way, we made eye contact and my heart broke. Tears streamed down my face. I saw her mouth move. I read her lips perfectly ‘I love you baby’.
Her body stilled and her eyes stayed open, still in contact with mine. My heart was beating like an unsteady drum and it hurt to breath. It felt as of something was constricting it. My chest was tight and it took all my energy not to wheeze loudly.
The wolf dropped my now dead mother and threw his head back in a satisfied howl. I shuddered, and all I wanted to do was crawl into my mother and tell her to come back, to come back to daddy and I.
As I waited, I observed the wolves. The pain of my mother was numbing me so I found something to distract me. The wolves were significantly bigger. There were three of them but it was obvious who the boss was. They had golden eyes, which seemed impossible. I heard men talking to the right of me. Maybe they can help me! I went to move but I stopped as I watched the man’s bones shift and turned himself into a wolf. Shock hit my system. No, impossible. They were fiction. But I really knew the answer. The killers to my mother’s death were werewolves.
~8 years later~
“Beep!” I jolted out of my haze as the timer went off in art class.
“Alright everyone, art utensils down! Let’s see who our winner is for this week’s art challenge!” My teacher grinned, and clapping her hands as if she was a sixteen year old again.
I rolled my eyes at her excitement. Art was my favourite class. I was good, I admit that. But I usually stuck to the back of the room so no one can see my art. I’m not a show off and I’m far from being popular. Since art was well, art we started having challenges where you use the whole week to create something and you challenge everyone in class. I sighed as one by one everyone showed their paintings. Some weren’t bad but others were just plain sad. Some did the basics, flowers, and fruit while others drew things that were a bit more challenging like animals, and sceneries. I myself opted for something different. My name was then being called.
“Maira”
“Coming!” I shot upright, and scurried to the front of the class with my sketching in hand.
My name was something I’d never prefer, even when I was little. No one ever pronounced my name right, they think it’s pronounced ‘mare-a’ when it’s ‘my-ra’. My mother told me that my name meant wise in Ojibwe. (oh-jib-wey)
“Please show us what you created and explain why” Mrs. Gardener replied sheepishly.
I took a deep breath and exposed my drawing to the class. I heard gasps of surprise and some people with their jaws slacked. I got a bit of satisfaction at the reaction of my peers. I glanced at Mrs. G and she was bobbing her head so much she looked as if she was going to have a seizure. I sighed and began to explain.
“I wanted to draw something that meant a lot to me-"I paused due to the lump in my throat. "So I drew my mother that was taken from me when I was 10”
It has been eight years since the incident happened but the 'wounds' were still fresh. Tears dared to spring from my eyes.
A girl named Raida asked the question I was dreading.
“What happened?” She asked in pure curiosity.
No one knew my story; heck most didn’t even know my name. All they knew was I was the girl with freaky eyes. I stared at the girl hard. She fidgeted under my gaze.
“She was mauled by a pack of wolves” I stated, only I knew the truth. It was only one, but it was a werewolf.
The class gasped for a second time. By then I felt deflated. My sketch won the art challenge, but it wasn’t what people were talking about.
“Did you hear Maira- what’s her face’s from history, her mom was attacked by a pack of man-eating wolves”
Man eating? They don’t eat human, sure they kill them but certainly not eat.. atleast i think so.. i actually didint know about that one though. I sighed as I realized how the truth can be twisted. On everyone’s mind seem to be of that. About an hour passed, and it cooled down a bit but it was still a hot gossip. Some were brave enough to come up to me and ask questions but I would ignore them until they left. All day I hear, ‘Maira who’ or ‘Maira from English?’ and sometimes even ‘the girl with the weird eyes?’ Suddenly I became the talk of the school but they didn’t really know who I was.
I stumbled to my next classes, and in a haze and by lunch, I was starving. I quickly grabbed my lunch from my locker and slammed the door shut. As I was turning I ran into the school’s biggest b**ch. Perfect, I thought sarcastically.
“Hey freak doing anymore spells?” She laughed and her lost puppies laughed along with her like it was freaking hilarious. I rolled my eyes. She says that to me atleast once a day. My eyes, one brown, one blue, and my black hair I guess made me look like a ‘witch’ as they say. Not to mention the pupil in my blue eyes was shaped like a tear drop.
“You know I would but you’re so damn ugly, so why should I bother?” I asked innocently.
I turned on my heel and left her standing in the hall. I pushed my way out the door and into the sun. Ah, I thought. The rays warmed me as I walked to my tree. I plunked myself down and fished out my lunch. An apple, edamame beans, and cream soda my favourite drink. As I was nibbling on my apple I heard whoops of laughter coming from behind me. I snuck a glance from behind the tree and saw four boys walking out of the woods. I grabbed my camera. Their golden eyes glowed in the sun. I took quick snaps of them, their teeth were better than most HUMAN boys but who noticed right? I wrote down some notes in my book and resumed with my lunch. Ever since the death of my mother I took werewolves research seriously. This isn’t some fairy tale where I fall in love with one and live happily ever after. No. those vile creatures killed my mother, now I want payback. I don’t know how I was going to get it but that doesn’t matter.
As I ate my edamame beans, I wrote more in my book. It had everything. Facts, legends, and more about the surrounding pack. I wrote down the names and took a picture of them. I wrote the colour of the wolves, don’t ask how I got that, it consists of going into more smelly bushes, and of course other facts about them. They usually dated other werewolves but there were only a handful of female wolves.
The bell rang and I scurried to my next class. Gym, woo. I wasn’t unfit to say and I did like gym, it’s just that I don’t like playing with werewolves. They were more fit, faster, and stronger, so as you can tell they have an unfair advantage. I’m pretty slim for my age not that many curves as I would like but I couldn’t complain right? I mean as a child I was chubby but thank goodness for puberty. Today in gym we’re learning self defense. I was good at this. I took it for an after school activity when my mother died.
All they were teaching right now were the basics. I passed mine a year early. It helped me on a robbing occasion one time. Phew. I also took karate, gymnastics, and piano. If I ran into a werewolf I would be ready to have a sliver of a chance of surviving. I took every precaution. I even had pepper spray in my bag. For bears but wolves, bears whatever same thing pretty much right? I sat on the side observing the wolves. They were embarrassing the captain of the girl’s wrestling team. They were teasing her because she couldn’t take down a girl who was a stick in comparison. Did I mention the stick was a wolf? Anger boiled in me and I got up from my seat. That’s not fair, especially to embarrass her.
“What’s wrong with you guys?” I glared at the ‘pack’ so to speak.
They stopped teasing and turned to look at me. Of course one of the queen of b**ches were one of them.
“What do you want” she sneered and the wolf boys came closer. Probably sensing a threat. I snorted, yeah right, they just wanted to see a cat fight...er, dog fight?
“You are a mean mother-“I started but the teacher called my name, and I flinched. “Yes?” I replied.
The teacher, a balding 40 year old came towards me. Sigh. I thought he always smelled like sausages, and that made me want to gag. I saw the wolves stiffen as they probably smelled it ten times worse than I did. I snickered and they gazed at me strangely, and I quickly looked away.
“I would like you to participate in this. It’s something everybody needs to learn” Mr. H said while looking at my chest. I crossed my arms and cleared my throat. He looked up and looked at Lexi behind me. Aka, the queen of them b**ches. Ironic because she is a female dog so to speak.
“You two, now” he declared. My jaw was left hanging as Lexi smirked at me.
“B-but I already know self defense” I stuttered.
“Well then you should get 100% correct?”
I was stunned. Crap. Lexi gazed at me bored. It made me angrier. I should let her beat me I thought. Keep my ninja skills to myself, I chuckled.
“Maybe it is good if I participated, it’s been a couple years” I stated.
Mr. H nodded. I took a deep breath when a scream made my ears ring. Everyone turned their heads to see a girl who had fainted.
“Oh thank god” I muttered.
“Class dismissed” he shook his head and made his way over.
Yay I thought happily. I walked into the locker room and changed like there was a fire. Once I got out, the ‘pack’ was there. They turned silent as I passed. Werewolf business I thought.
“Witch” I heard as I passed.
I did something I thought I would have never done. I jumped towards them making growl sounds as I did,scaring the girls. They screamed and Lexi fell on her ass. The guys laughed and I let out a chuckle as I went home. Home. I thought to myself glumly. My father was a doctor, so sometimes he would be out of town. The walk home was quiet and a little chilly. I puffed my jacket up and cuddled my face into it. I was almost there when I heard a howl. I rushed to my door. Of course my keys chose that time to disappear from my bag. Maybe I forgot them in my locker, I groaned. I didn’t hesitate as I went for the side of my house. There was a large oak tree with many branches; this wouldn’t be my first time climbing it. I took the handle of the tree and started and started crawling up. It was big enough so that I wouldn’t put my arms fully around it.
As I made my way up the tree, I grabbed on the first branch and hauled myself up. I was already starting to sweat. But then something even more surprised me. My back yard was connected to the woods, and we didn’t have a gate. Being hidden in the branches, I saw three wolves walk out of the forest. Not run, not a jog, but a walk. Slowly I might add my patience was running thin. They stopped. Were they waiting for me? My question was answered. They all went towards the right. I mentally sighed, thank goodness. But a meeting spot in my back yard? How great. They were discussing something serious judging by their facial expressions, and actions, but they were a little too far, and I was a little high up. My legs were starting to cramp and I was sweltering from the heat. I took note of their looks. They were naked so I couldn’t look long, but two of them, I’ve never seen before. Must be from another pack. The other one I’ve seen from around the town. The one that I didn’t know was maybe 6’2”, and he was well built and his muscles were drool worthy, eight pack. Oh my. His hair was as black as mine. He was attractive so to say. They all started to part, and I sighed in relief. I was starting to get numb. As the two wolves left, the third one took longer. But before they left, the black wolf turned his head around and our eyes met. Sh*t, I thought. We stared at each other long, and I felt something fly between us like a spark. Crap. He howled which scared me enough to make my foot slip.
“Son of a-“I caught myself on another branch. My arms aching and my head were throbbing from the adrenaline. When I looked back, he was gone.
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A/N first werewolf story ever, hope you all enjoy it!
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