Fated to the Beast

THEY MET BY COINCIDENCE

AVERY'S POV

"You sat there while she insulted mom! Really, father?" I scream, almost raising the roof down after my witch stepmother; lady Beatrice insulted me and my late mother before leaving the room.

I call her a step-witch because a mother can't behave this way. All she did ever since the day she got married to my father was to maltreat me.

"Calm down, Avery. Beatrice didn't mean it that way. Try to understand her, please," My father sighs while rubbing his forehead. It's a sign he is having a headache. I want to go rub my cheek on his knee and pet him like my mother would do when she was still alive, or get him drugs to use. However, my stubbornness and loyalty to my late mother prevails and I continue.

"You say you loved mother and you watch another woman slander her like that. What kind of love is that? Ever since that woman came into our lives, nothing remained the same. I am sick and tired of all these," I glare at him defiantly.

"I loved your mother and you know it. It's just that at this point I'm fed up with you both bickering. When will you two ever make up? It's painful to see you both..."

I stalk off, not bothering to hear whatever remaining words he has to say. He will always find an excuse as to why he can't challenge her. I'm no longer surprised.

Beatrice had always been like this even before mother's death. She would curse and yell at us both. After the birth of Phillipa, it even became worse because a child now meant that she could secure her claim to the name, March.

"Arghhhhh" I stomp my feet on the ground and let out a scream into the cold chilly air. Maybe I need to take a walk to calm my nerves. I can't go back there in this mood, I'll be forced to do something I don't want to do.

It's late at night. We had just finished dinner before my stepmother started barking once again. I hate her so much. So much, I wish father never married her. It's twenty years late for regrets

Years of living with her had hardened me towards her. Her words no longer hurt me but I just couldn't hold it in anymore when she dissed mother. She can insult me all she wants, but my slandering my late mother, is what I'll never take. It irked me and I burst out in anger.

I head for the woods. It is quite dark but I continue treading along the dark path. The soothing breeze calms my nerves.

Owls are screeching above me, insects are buzzing with their loud noise and the noise of the trees act as a companion to my roaming thoughts.

Will Beatrice ever change? Only a miracle can change her. I know father himself is tired of her naggings but he has no choice. She's his wife.

It's a full moon tonight. The crystal bright moon hung up in the sky illuminating my path across the woods. I raise my hands to ward off any insects coming my way.

For many years, we; humans have been at war with the werewolves, especially our kingdom particularly. What do you expect when all our kingdom does, is hunts and kills werewolves? There's an enmity between us. I should turn back at this point because I seem to have passed our boundary. Father has always told me never to wander far away.