Death's Werewolf Nymph

Few days passed, and I got my house finally ready. I started to plant a garden in front of it. Beautiful red rose bushes in front of the white wall. They would need time to grow but in the end it would look beautiful.

At nights I went to my usual spot, at the same lake that carried too many memories now, too many things that kept me up at night. The world wonders I didn’t even know existed, knowing that I had lived on this earth knowing almost nothing. There was much greater power above our heads and we lived in the shadows of mundane life.

The lake still looked the same, the water was still the same, the grass was still the same green and the trees were the same. If everything looked the same, why didn’t it feel the same? There was one person that was missing at this time of the night. The person that was now living in my past. I wanted to forget, to let the pain away. But he wasn’t just in my memories, he was in my blood, he was part of who I was today. If I had never met him… where would I be? Would I already be married? Completely broken down? Or maybe I would still be at this same spot?

I let my dress drop to the ground letting the warm wind hit my body. This was who I am, in all of my broken parts, this was me. I walked in the water, it seemed warmer than most nights. I swam for some time, letting myself be in the water fully. From my toes to my waist I was in the water, I put my hands in praying position and closed my eyes, I waited till the water settled down from my swim.

“To the part that is in my soul, the water that holds my prayers and heart, please help me this time. Take my pain away and heal me. Heal my soul and past that aches so much. Show me what’s right for me. I don’t want to survive the hurt I want to heal the hurt.” I asked the water to help me, the power of my elemental gear. “I am strong enough to let it all go. Forgive and forget the pain that keeps me up at night. I am no fool to pain to not know that it doesn’t teach me anything. I am strong, I will be strong.” I prayed till Goosebumps started to form on my skin.

I didn’t want to go back to the pack yet, there was nothing waiting for me, I had all the time in the world just for myself. I got dressed and walked to the nearest tree that was here, it had many branches growing in every direction. I climbed up and sat down with my feet dangling and my arms hugging the tree for support to not fall. I felt water dripping from my wet hair on my shoulder but I didn’t even bother to move. I liked the view I was getting, I was looking down to the place so dear to me. I watched water as it blended in the night. I would want to be like water, just going where the wind blows and giving life to others. A life where going with the wind would help others and make me happy.

It must have been past midnight already. I was born at quarter past 1 am today. It was my birthday, my birth time. But it didn’t make me feel older, or wiser, I was just… the same. I always used to celebrate and now I understood that I did that for others. I didn’t celebrate because I wanted to. I celebrated because they wanted to.

I waited a little longer here to make sure that the time I was born is spent here, all alone in my own glory. I needed to get some rest to gain my energy back and decided to go back to the pack. As I climbed down my foot slipped off of one of the branches and I hit my leg badly. I grunted in pain but still managed not to fall. As my feet touched the ground I looked at the damage and my leg was now bleeding. It wasn’t anything my wolf blood couldn’t heal but it still stung. This has happened way too much before and it didn’t bother me very much.

I ran back to the pack in my wolf form rushing just because I wanted my heart to fill with adrenaline. I wanted to make myself a little more tired for a better night’s sleep. I changed back in my human form and continued to walk to my house. I had a little night light outside my house and I noticed something laying down right in front of my door. I walked closer and noticed that it was some kind of note and on top a single white rose. I picked it up gently because there were still thorns left on it. It was beautiful and simple. Such a sweet gesture that it made me smile. I unfolded the little note and only three words were written in black ink.

‘Happy birthday, Love’

. There was only one person who called me Love. I didn’t need a name to be written here for me to know that Death was here.

He was here and I was just sitting in the forest because there was nothing for me in the pack. I was wrong. I wasn’t mad at myself for missing meeting him, or for staying there doing nothing. I smiled at the note, the timing was just a little off for me to come here. Maybe it was for the better…

Maybe he didn’t even want to meet me…

Was this his way of showing what he said was true? That we would be secretly in love with each other for the rest of eternity.

I made sure to put the rose in clean water and place it gently on my table in the living room. I went to bed and fell asleep almost as soon as I closed my eyes.

I woke up a little earlier than usual. I still needed to get all my things from my parents’ house. It was now or never. The morning had only just started but I already got ready and walked to the packs center where everyone was starting to get ready for their day. Some males were already training, even if it was still early, some liked to get a head start.

I reached my parents’ house and knocked on the door. Thankfully Magdalena was the one who opened the doors and right as she saw me she hugged me. “I am so glad you are here, happy birthday Meredith!” She chanted happily.

“Don’t, I am not celebrating. But I am happy to see you,” I said and she broke the hug.

“Who’s there honey?” I heard mom ask and she walked up to her and looked at me like she just saw a ghost, her eyes started to fill with tears and it broke my heart a little but I didn’t show it much. “Are… are you coming back?” she asked hopefully.

“I am here to pick up some of my things from here,” I explained and she nodded in agreement and tried to mask her hurt.

“Well then… come in.” she said and I walked in and dad was also standing in the kitchen doorway with a frown on his face.

“Good morning,” I said to him politely and he nodded at me with a thin smile. “I will collect my things and leave,” I said to them but they didn’t answer. The atmosphere was too awkward for me, it felt almost heavy to stand here. I walked up to my room and filled my bag with a few more pieces of clothes and some of my personal things. Many things were still left behind but I didn’t need them with me. I needed a new start for me.

With my bag filled I walked back downstairs and to my surprise they were still standing there and watching me. I reached the end of the stairs and dad walked up to me.

“I won’t be needing the rest of the stuff, you can do anything you want with them,” I said to him before he got the chance to speak.

“We are sorry,” he said, trying to look in my eyes but guilt got the best of him. “For everything we have done.”

I forced a smile at him. “I forgive you both,” I said looking at mom and dad. My dad smiled a little but he knew that it didn’t mean that I would return, it just meant that I accepted their apology. I didn’t forgive them because I forgot about it or because it was not important, or because they deserved it. I forgave because I understood that they had their reasons for what they did, and to them it was their right choice. I didn’t have time in my life to hold grudges on anybody. It wasn’t worth being mad at someone, I needed to move on, and I needed to not care. As long as I was mad I still cared and I didn’t want that.

I didn’t say goodbye to them, I just walked away, maybe childish of me, maybe not polite from my side. But this time I really didn’t care. I walked to the back of the house to pick up my archery equipment. Some pack members were already watching me. The gossip in the pack had already spread that I threw a tantrum and rebelled against them leaving for a while. I guess they didn’t think it would last that long, they thought I would return back to my house.

I noticed a few whispering. I smirked at them and looked ahead of me. Let them talk, this was my time to not be bothered by the talking. My time to be my own person with no one underestimating me, no thinking that I am just a little girl. I didn’t need anyone to tell me I am strong, I knew I was. No one could break my soul. I was my own greatest creation and it’s a part of me that no one will take away from me…