Wild Breeze ~1~
Chapter 1
They call us with different names " λυκάνθρωπος (lycanthropes), Loup-Garou, werewolf… But people know us simply as werewolves or proper to call us Lycans (Wolves). Of course, I cannot talk much about this because I myself don’t understand yet. I am a wolf only from few days. Until this I had no idea that THEY ever existed. Silly, huh?
How did everything happen? Well, let’s see… I live in a country where people think about US like we are monsters, and if they see a wolf… shoot without asking. That all of my kind hides themselves behind the mask of ordinary people. I was thinking about that I am a simple 17 year old girl. Funny. My parents have given me the name Lila. Or should I say " my real parents? The truth is that I grow up with Rebecca and Morgan Lawrence. Strong people, but I love them on my way. I was aware that we haven’t blood relation. They had a son " Kyle. He was 10 years old boy. Brave and riskless kid. He loved to make mischief, though always a penalty. He loved to tease me and to make stupid jokes like to running around the house waving my bra as a flag. That’s why I can safely call it my brother. Never accepted me as a stranger. For which I was really grateful.
They always reminded me that I am not part of the Lawrence family. It hurts when it really. For this I was happy when they decided to send me into my real grandmother " Harriet Brennan. I do not know her. The only information I had was that she was the mother of my father. I had not even seen her picture. Actually I did not know anything for my real relatives. This plagued me, especially since I have started to happen strange things.
I got on the plane to Tennessee. We flew a few hours, but I seemed an eternity. I hate airplanes. Does not suffer from claustrophobia? When I was at the airport I saw that there was something happened. I was left shocked when I found out what was. The guards were caught stowaway. My brother. Run up and apologized to them. I’ve never felt more uncomfortable. I asked them not to call the police. Thankfully, this time we missed. Without saying a word, I grabbed Kyle’s hand and led him away to the nearest phone. I called the boy’s parents. I told them that he is with me. I explained everything. I looked pleadingly to face the boy, I took a decision. I asked them to leave him with me for several days. They hesitated, but Kyle begged them for some time and they finally agreed. He was a great deal of happiness. But I had to take clothes and other things to him. But it turned out that he took the luggage. Small coon.
We took a taxi. We traveled about forty minutes from the city. It was interesting, and my brother just chuckle and was happy. It turned out that the old lady lives outside the city. In something like a hut. When we arrived, there were only around trees and shrubs. Oh yeah! We were in the woods. But the inn was much larger than I had imagined.
We took our luggage and passed along the curved, covered with stones are trails that led to the house. My brother just looked around and muttered something. We reached the front door. Rang the bell. Three times I was correct. Finally the door was opened from the woman. She was 60 years old… maybe. Her hair was silver-white, tied in a bun. Her eyes were blue like the sky. She smiled as she saw us.
-You are here! I’m glad to finally meet you. " She said.
-Well… Wait! You expect US?
-Mrs. Lawrence phoned.
Of course, that she did it. Anyway. The lady invited us and we went inside. There was the smell of freshly baked cake. Inside was so cozy. I looked around because I was in foreign territory. The woman followed me with her eyes.
-Easy, dear! You’ll get used to. Come on, kids! I will bring you to your rooms.
-Hooray!!! " Kyle said.
He grabbed my hand and led me behind him on the stairs. There was something in this space. I can not explain it. This building I had known, but it was strange because I had never been here. I was not, right? Very strange.
They call us with different names " λυκάνθρωπος (lycanthropes), Loup-Garou, werewolf… But people know us simply as werewolves or proper to call us Lycans (Wolves). Of course, I cannot talk much about this because I myself don’t understand yet. I am a wolf only from few days. Until this I had no idea that THEY ever existed. Silly, huh?
How did everything happen? Well, let’s see… I live in a country where people think about US like we are monsters, and if they see a wolf… shoot without asking. That all of my kind hides themselves behind the mask of ordinary people. I was thinking about that I am a simple 17 year old girl. Funny. My parents have given me the name Lila. Or should I say " my real parents? The truth is that I grow up with Rebecca and Morgan Lawrence. Strong people, but I love them on my way. I was aware that we haven’t blood relation. They had a son " Kyle. He was 10 years old boy. Brave and riskless kid. He loved to make mischief, though always a penalty. He loved to tease me and to make stupid jokes like to running around the house waving my bra as a flag. That’s why I can safely call it my brother. Never accepted me as a stranger. For which I was really grateful.
They always reminded me that I am not part of the Lawrence family. It hurts when it really. For this I was happy when they decided to send me into my real grandmother " Harriet Brennan. I do not know her. The only information I had was that she was the mother of my father. I had not even seen her picture. Actually I did not know anything for my real relatives. This plagued me, especially since I have started to happen strange things.
I got on the plane to Tennessee. We flew a few hours, but I seemed an eternity. I hate airplanes. Does not suffer from claustrophobia? When I was at the airport I saw that there was something happened. I was left shocked when I found out what was. The guards were caught stowaway. My brother. Run up and apologized to them. I’ve never felt more uncomfortable. I asked them not to call the police. Thankfully, this time we missed. Without saying a word, I grabbed Kyle’s hand and led him away to the nearest phone. I called the boy’s parents. I told them that he is with me. I explained everything. I looked pleadingly to face the boy, I took a decision. I asked them to leave him with me for several days. They hesitated, but Kyle begged them for some time and they finally agreed. He was a great deal of happiness. But I had to take clothes and other things to him. But it turned out that he took the luggage. Small coon.
We took a taxi. We traveled about forty minutes from the city. It was interesting, and my brother just chuckle and was happy. It turned out that the old lady lives outside the city. In something like a hut. When we arrived, there were only around trees and shrubs. Oh yeah! We were in the woods. But the inn was much larger than I had imagined.
We took our luggage and passed along the curved, covered with stones are trails that led to the house. My brother just looked around and muttered something. We reached the front door. Rang the bell. Three times I was correct. Finally the door was opened from the woman. She was 60 years old… maybe. Her hair was silver-white, tied in a bun. Her eyes were blue like the sky. She smiled as she saw us.
-You are here! I’m glad to finally meet you. " She said.
-Well… Wait! You expect US?
-Mrs. Lawrence phoned.
Of course, that she did it. Anyway. The lady invited us and we went inside. There was the smell of freshly baked cake. Inside was so cozy. I looked around because I was in foreign territory. The woman followed me with her eyes.
-Easy, dear! You’ll get used to. Come on, kids! I will bring you to your rooms.
-Hooray!!! " Kyle said.
He grabbed my hand and led me behind him on the stairs. There was something in this space. I can not explain it. This building I had known, but it was strange because I had never been here. I was not, right? Very strange.