Revenge

I was a killer, I would kill again if I was ordered to. The feeling was outstanding, my hands and feet tingled the moment their heads come off. But why do I feel terrible? I don't think I have ever felt guilt before, it really is an odd feeling. When I was younger my father told me that having feelings were irrelevant for werewolf's like us. No one in the town trusted us, and the humans would rather see us burn then give us the rights we deserve. After all we did not choose this life, nor did our ancestors. For a matter of fact, I don't think anyone knows why we are the way we are. My father used to tell me stories of the older wolfs, or lycanthropy if you prefer the traditional name. He said "Our ancestors used to only turn on the full moon" I remember thinking how lucky they were, it would be so easy to hide myself if that was the case. But over time I guess we got more angry at the humans, and now we turn whenever our blood starts to boil. As I got older I became the trouble to my father. I got into fights all the time, even punched a teacher of mine at one point, And that was only when I was in grade school. Going into high school was hard, at the beginning I was okay but teenagers annoy me, and I felt like I was much older then the rest. Sometimes my father was right when he told me I was just like him, But I have been around a lot of monsters, he is no different then the last. I don't know if I would consider myself a monster, not after my last kill. It was the guilt that changed myself, I used to wake up wanting it but now I feel like I'd rather die then hunt another down again.

Now this brings us back to where my life leaves off, I am currently walking up to the front doors of this stupid high school once again for what feels like a million times. "Raven! hey! Raven!" normally I wouldn't hear this, but my trained wolfs ears can. My best friend Nora runs up to me out of breath from pushing aside the crowd that walks into the building. "Dude! would you stop walking I can't keep up!" but I don't stop. "Okay fine! well good morning to you too miss grumpy gills!". she says after she yanks my body to the left to get out of the crowd. "OUCH! NORA!" I yell pulling out of her grasp. Once we are out of the crowd though, she just laughs at me and says "you are so much fun to bully around in the morning. Not sure I have ever saw you in a good mood in the mornings". I just roll my eyes and start walking again behind the crowd, once she is next to me I feel her sigh and look up at the school. "It is crazy, we are finally seniors! four long years of torture from the older kids, and now we get to be the torturers'!". I think she was talking about herself more then anything because everyone at this school was and still is afraid of me. "You must be talking about yourself" I say. She gives me the stank eye and punches me a little. It is true that I never got bullied here, every human here thinks they know about my family and some get it right while others make up wild rumors. My first year in high school some senior told everyone that my dad was in a cult. So for the first half of the year people would not even look at me because they would think my father would come and burn their house and family up. I can't really lie and say I did not go along with some of these rumors just to scare everyone too. And if you are wondering how Nora and I became friends, well that did not happen till sophomore year. I was getting lunch and when I went out in the garden of the school to eat I saw some crummy juniors picking on some blonde hair, big eyes, and huge glasses girl. The rumor about my family that year was that we killed woman for sport with our dogs, so naturally I played along with that to get them off of her and once they were gone well we just clicked. Everyday after that I have been like a body guard to her, I don't always enjoy that but it has made coming to school bearable.

Nora looked at me and said "well not all of us have anger issues that makes the whole school scared of you". I rolled my eyes "not the whole school is scared of me Nora" she did not back down though. "Okay, well you give them this look that says I want to kill you and they just back down. I would call that being scared of you Raven". You may be wondering by now if my best friend knows about me and my family, the answer is no. Being a lycan has certain rules, and one of them is that no outsider can know anything, about anything. The punishment for it is death, or they kill the person you told. And I am not fishing for my head or wanting the only friend I have dead. Lost in my own thought, Nora was suddenly in front of me. "Raven, promise me that you would tell me anything ok? I think we could be friends for a while, I just want you to be honest with me, and know that you can be. I wont judge you or how ever your family really is". I think my face must of told her something because she narrowed her eyes and set off in the school with out me. "Nora! hey wait!" I stared running but she just turned back and yelled "I'll see you after school!" and from the way she said it i knew that she was crying.

After school Nora did not turn up, I am very sure she is angry with me and if anyone knew her then you knew to leave her be. She would eventually turn up and apologize for something. The walk home from the school was long, I was not allowed to take the bus because no one could really know where I live. I live on a 100 acre land with the hole southern half of the country's Lycan. So if I had to count, probably about 75 people, and my father Natir is the leader. That only means one thing in my life, he will marry me off to some boy when I turn 18. And I turn 18 at the end of the school year, so you can see why I do not care for this year at all. My father says it brings respect and dignity to the family because I am the future and i have to be ready for the future. But I don’t agree because I have 3 older brothers who are well above my age and ready for the throne. Nat is the oldest of us four, he had black hair and golden brown eyes. I think out of the three of them Nat is my favorite, he just understands more then anyone I know. Ryder or Ry as I call him is the second oldest, he’s got the same attitude as my dad, strict and a pain in the ass. I know he means well, but I know he as always gotten made fun of because he’s the only Blackthrone In ages to have blonde hair. He has my mother’s eyes though, soft hazel and they shine when he smirks. The only brother that I remember never getting along with is Liam. He’s only 3 years older then I, and he’s got this way with my father that I won’t ever have. I always see him joking around and making fun of my father, but he always gets away. If it were me, I’d get slapped for sure. He looks exactly like my father but is the clown of the family, Liam and I have never seen eye to eye. Out of four of us children, I have never felt like such an outsider. Although it may be true that I look exactly like my mother, I have never felt like her. My mother Cora is sweet, kind, has a huge heart for any loser who walks on our land. She is strict like my father, but reasonable. Then there is me, angry at everything and can’t control the wolf that lives in me. I love my family but with all of them being so perfect it’s hard being the out cast.

Once I get closer to the house I start to take a B line to the forest to put my school things down. The forest that surrounds the land is huge and is very over grown. I found a small hole in a tree that was a perfect size for back pack, and an extra change of clothes. Once I’m out of site of the road I run as fast as possible to my tree, place my backpack down and strip to my underwear. Placing all clothes safely have inside I side down and take small breaths. I only changed to my wolf form two years ago, so I can’t just change out of thin air I have to relax first. Feeling the air around me, the dirt underneath me. I start to picture myself running, so fast that no one can see me. I see myself in my wolf form hearing all the births and insects in the woods. I start to feel stinging, like 50 million bees are attacking me. It’s not to painful much anymore, but the first time was miserable. The air around me starts to feel warmer, my hearing doubles on distance, I feel my nails becoming claws. Once I open my eyes and my eye site is clear like glass. I know that I am the monster I want to be. I take a deep breathe, then back bolt back going to my house. It’s still a good ten miles , so probably fifteen minutes then I will be home. Running in my wolf form is so relaxing, I feel apart of the earth. Even though my kind is neglected, Mother Nature loves us. In my wolf form I have this hunger That gets stronger as I get older, I know why but I choose to ignore it. All the Blackthrones have black hair in wolf form, but I am different. Mine is white, no one as ever had a explanation either. It makes me a easy target but I do not mind, remember how I said I get angry really fast. I start to pass familiar trees and bushes and I know I am almost home. Right as soon as I get sight of the gate my body is thrown back as something big a two stands in my way. Slowly shaking off the pain I see this handsome young man, looks to be my age. He is dressed in clothes that I’d consider way to dressy, and he smells so much like pine forest I shiver. “So sorry ma’am, was trying to get into the path and to the gate” he said in sly sort of voice. I couldn’t speak but I jerked my head to the side and he just smirked at me. “Raven, you seem to forget me? I’m divario bloodspool we used to make out in your closet years back” and I immediately felt my human self go red, and I raced to the gate and left him behind as well.

To be continued...