Fated To The Evil Viking

past eighteen years. I open my eyes to the sound of my alarm at 5 a.m. and I can't stop my usually

my foldable and narrow cot bed, I imagine myself looking out of my imaginary window, inhaling the air to smell the neighbor's b

omething that looks more like a monster than a wolf. It was lurking in a corner somewhere inside of me, waiting for the perfect opportunity to let loose. No, not the per

the side of the wall and the room lit up. I take a deep breath

. I look down at my hands with their long graceful fingers. When I shifted, they were large

wolf walk on two legs instead of all fours? It looks like a half-human, half-wolf monster! Does that mean I will be a freak for the rest of my life!? I wonder

they? Why do they smell familiar? Are we in the same pack? What happened to them after I shifte

underwear, and the clothes I'll be wearing for the day and head to the guest bathroom down the hall to have my bath. I make sure the bathroom door is

always burst into my room, especially in the morning around the time he knows I'll be preparing for work. He even went as far as knocking my door down wh

ugh I'm happy that I finally shifted to something. I wonder why my wolf is different from the other

me out of my thoughts. I roll my eyes in exasperation, not moving from where I'm

s like the idiot that he is, walking

interest. I no longer care. I don't give a damn about the door he kicked off its hinges.

wonder about a lot of th

a nice comfy bed while I was made to sleep

and a freak on several occasions, make me drop out of school, and

d still watch from the sideline and do nothing while I was being ma

I was not such a freak, my parents wouldn't have hated me and wouldn't have been ashamed of me. I swore to make it up to them. I

me out or not, I'm bound to them and the pack by law until when I turn eighteen. It's jus

noying how he's been looking at me knowing

that right?" He says lasciviously without losi

The smirk on his face makes me cringe and I feel disguste

faws. The disgusting sound of h

did, and to think you could still go about your

now what he's trying to do. He wants me to engage him in s

ime is none of your business and whatever you think I did that you're privy to, and you think I shouldn't have done is y

ughs

at the mere sight of you but strangely that doesn't stop them and I'm not ashamed to sa

e finally says what he wan

your sister, doucheb

ated Sooo?..." His words trail off

d to let you know but now y

e, considering how I've been treated by them,

say in a low but

shrug, shoving his hand

news is still disheartening. But I can't afford to fall apa

h out. I'm almost at the door when Cel

hout preparing breakfas

na and I feel hate! I want to ask her who my real parents are but I know it isn't the right time, I need

llowed to eat from. Besides I'm already running late, so I can't make the