Shadows of Betrayal

*EVELYN’S POV*

The dim rays of sunlight streamed in from the window into the chamber as I stood before the mirror covered in a pink towel that showcased my curves. The mirror on top of my vanity table reflected my ambiance as I applied lotion to my face.

I was captivated by the music that played in the background as I moved my body to the rhythm of the song.

All I could do as I stared at the mirror was smile. That feeling of assurance washed through my body. My kind never spent a long time staring at the mirror but today was an exception as it was raining and there was enough time on my side.

On the bed beside me was a pile of cloth from whence I was planning to select an outfit for the day.

Unexpectedly, my favorite love song started playing on the stereo and I sang along. Just as the words flowed, I sighed and moved to turn off the music. The song reminded me of things I wanted to forget. There was an emptiness I felt inside which that song just triggered and I never want to feel that way.

For now, there was no time for a pity party and the last thing on my mind was what I was currently thinking about.

I turned and faced the pile of clothes again as I removed the towel wrapped around my waist, deliberating on what outfit to wear for the day.

Suddenly, the doorknob jerked as a familiar voice called me from behind the door.

“Open up, Evelyn,” the voice yelled, “there is something I need to show you, did you lock the door?” She yelled from the other side of the door.

“I will be right there, Mom,” I yelled back amidst the platters of rain. The last person I wanted to see this morning was my mother but there was nothing I could do because I still lived under my parents’ roof.

I quickly covered myself as I stepped forward to open the door.

“We've talked about this mom, you need to learn how to knock, seriously,” I told my mother as she stepped in, “what if I was naked?”

“Oh please,” my mother retorted, “I cleaned you up myself until you were old enough to do it yourself.” She patted my cheek with her free hand which was covered in jewelry.

I rolled my eyes. “Even though Woman, I need my privacy and you know that,” I said calmly. My mother turned to face me. I was an exact copy of her with a slight difference in height and our choices of dressing. While I preferred modern clothing, my mother, Elena, preferred classic outfits.

She turned and looked into my eyes. I think she noticed I was in no mood for her lectures since she decided not to drag the matter further. “I’m so sorry I barged in on you that way,” she said, “However, you know that Mooncrest’s charity event is just two days away and I am yet to pick the jewelry to wear.”

“Mom! You seriously came all this way just to pick your jewelry?” I was bemused. I knew my mother never joked with her jewelry but it is unprecedented that someone else would choose for her.

“Just this once, darling,” she said.

I motioned her towards the dressing chair. It was all a waste of time but I had to try. My mother followed me to the chair.

“Did you know that other werewolves from other cities would grace this year’s event?” My mom said in excitement.

“Mom, you know you don’t need to tell me, right?” I said as I laid the jewelry one at a time on her neck. My mother is aware that my organization was one of the official sponsors of the event, so why wouldn’t she know?

“Bless your heart,” Mom said, “I almost forgot.” She looked at my reflection in the mirror and exclaimed, “What a beauty! I’m certain you’d attract some men this year.”