Selene: the Moon's Reincarnation

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d vegetables had to be bought from the market, and all the clothes needed to be washed. The elders

festivities. I wasn't fond of going out, not in the slightest. The rest of the pack weren't

tovers Mother tossed on the table, I had to obey. From day one, she made it clear that disobedience came at a

n my old, tattered robe, and raised the hood to

les. Children played with paper boats, their laughter echoing as the boats float

ying wares with vibrant, if slightly worn, cloth coverings. Some vendors called out to passersby, promising fa

a warm smile and kind eyes. He was the only one who spoke

's it going?" I

e the usual today, or are you looking for something new? Freshly slaught

"No thanks, Mr. Jones. I'll just have the regular.

that the Alpha of the Rogues arrived yesterday for a meeting w

nox, the leader of our pack, one day deems me too useless to remain in th

rare breed of wolf, a Bloodhound. They say he's the most dang

being here. A part of me wondered how it would feel to have such power, to have people

ly as he worked, slicing a

ow, "if you ever need help, I'm here

the woods, vanishing from Father's cruel grip, from Mother's cold eyes and Ashle

. You know how the pack is. They'd call yo

about you, Selene? Don

nything at all? I took the packaged meat and gave a quiet goodbye, hugging it close to my chest. Maybe I did. Or m

mething between curiosity and disdain. I wasn't su

, please. Some apples, and

y, as if confusion and ha

s girl? The one without

I'm n

h a face like thunder emerged from insid

less runt, the Kanell

d harshly. "She really came out in pub

returning home without the fruit Mother demanded. B

ant any trouble. I just

ll to cursed things like you. Thought we made it cle

jeering, laughing, wat

more of it; fruits, rotting vegetables, even pebbles. I curled into myself, shi

e. Maybe he was scared. Maybe he just didn't want to help. I di

a voice rang out, firm,

ols!" the man bellowed

fell like a heavy cloak. Pe

shame?" the

young woman? Is this wh

e stallkeeper-marched forward, postu

ue?" he spat. "I can smell it on you. You

ly. "You are very brave, speaking to the

. To say I was scared would be an understatement, I was terrified. I could've been sav

knees, "A-apologies

d don't ever show me your

once and one by one, the c

k, and I could finally

gold, like embers smoldering in a dying fire. It fell over his broad shoulders in

is ey

gold. Some parts like melted chocolate o

heek clean with the edge of his cloak

whispered. "Thank

He could feel it too, I could see it in his eyes, the

y mate."