Selene: the Moon's Reincarnation

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d painfully on my face. I could taste blood in my mouth but d

from his mouth and his eyes shining with disgust,

thing else but still expect me to prepare breakfast, lunch and dinner. Ashley was not at home as usual, probably somewhere off with her friends partying in the woods

ors, at least to avoid the pack members that would swarm like

into his armchair with a bottle of beer, "Better

, my Father said something that

ow. The Dead Moon is a once in a lifetime event and I won't have

fruit. That was a different brand of trouble I didn't want to think about right now as I hastily made dinner; some potato salad and braised pork. To pass time, I sang while working; it made time fly by and lighte

thing I'd gotten rid of Rachel, if not sh

't blame her one bit. Ashley was exhausting

tanding there." It took a moment for me to realise Ashley and

and Father often had hushed discussions at the table while glancing over at me. As time went on, however, her worried gaze turned hateful. She started to hate her own daughter as much as her husband did, maybe even worse. Only Ashley stuck by her at the time, her childish innocence untouched by t

ck on the entire pack. Now at 20 years old, it was only a matter of time before I'm is driven into the woods, doomed to roam the wilderness forever as a lonely rogue. So I've

reat back to the kitchen, eager to have som

her high-pitched voice deliberately taunting, "Stand beside the tabl

had no choice if I wanted to live here. Soon they finished their dinner and Mother cleared her throat, signaling me to clear the dinner table. Nowadays, she never said more than three hate-filled wo

as

I was dead for sure this time. My palms burned-blood trickling from where sha

g for the large stick she kept by the corner. Her favorite form of puni

over and over until I couldn't feel it anymore. What did hurt-what always hurt-was the way she lo

my sight,"

toward the stairs. Ashley's devilish cackle followed behind

even a doorknob. Crawling into the corner beside my moth-ridden mattress, I curled up, shaking as the tears came. I cri

gh a sheet of gray clouds-pale

rse? An abomina

idn't I? The moon stayed quie

everyone always felt their wolf. Sometimes they even spoke with them, their souls braided as on

e... ex

as: a wolfless Omega. The lowest of th

are mattress. I'd always imagined I'd die on this bed. C

at thought comforted me a

that drifted through the attic

eat things, my Selene. I wi