The Awakening
1086 Words
Claire's POV
“Dr Claire Thorne.”
I shifted my gaze from the file in my hands, already knowing who it was before my eyes landed on her.
Alexandra leaned on the door, her arms folded, legs crossed and a familiar smile playing on her lips.
I could not help but return the smile.
“You know you can call me just Claire?” I said, closing the file gently.
“I prefer Dr Claire, it's sweeter to say." She stepped into the room.
The title still felt like it belonged to someone else.
Someone stronger, someone comeplete. Not the girl who once stood in the rain, broken and forgotten.
“Well, I could not have become a doctor without you.” I said quietly.
Alexandra waved it off like she always did.
Seven years.
Seven years since she pulled me away from the edge of a moving car.
Seven years since I fell into her arms, crying over a life I could not fully remember..
I told her I had been abandoned by my husband.
That was the only truth I could give.
She was human so I kept the pack, the rejection, my weird abilities buried inside me.
Even now, I still could not tell her, I never planned to.
Alexandra took me in, fed me. She stayed when I had no one else.
“You are not alone anymore,” she had told me.
That was the first time in a long while that I had felt hope.
“Are you done for the day?” Alexandra's voice jolted me out of my thoughts and back to reality.
“Almost." I mumbled “Just one more report.”
“You said that an hour ago.” Alexandra retorted.
I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Patients do not exactly wait for me to be ready.”
“And your children should not have to wait either.”
That did the trick. I glanced at the time and immediately straightened.
“I am leaving now.”
Alexandra chuckled as I hurriedly gathered my things.
“Good.” she said, her smile not wavering. “Ava already called twice.”
Of course she did.
After I was done gathering my things, I left the hospital and Alexandra was kind enough to drive me home.
When I got home, all the tension from work completely vanished at the sight of my children.
“Mummy!” Ava ran into my arms before I could even close the door.
A small laughter escaped from my lips as small arms wrapped tightly around my waist.
“Ava." I said, caressing her hair. “Careful or you might fall."
“You are late." she accused, although the excitement remained evident.
“I am five minutes late.”
“That is still late.” Ava argued.
“Asher!” I called out, trying to escape an arguing with Ava.
“Over here." A calm voice echoed from the living room.
While Ava was fire, Asher was water.
I walked towards the living room. Asher was sitting upright, a book resting in his hands and his posture too composed for a seven-year-old.
“Welcome back, Mum,” he said, not even sparing me a glance.
I leaned close to him and pressed a small kiss on his forehead.
“Did you take care of your sister?” I raised a brow at him, intentionally teasing Ava.
Asher nodded lightly. “I always do.”
Ava scoffed and rolled her eyes at him. “He is acting like he is older than me again.”
“You were about to climb the shelf,” Asher replied calmly.
“I was not climbing! I was reaching!”
A small sigh of satisfaction escaped from my lips, watching them made me feel this instant comfort.
My children, My world.
I moved to the room, hastily showered and changed into clean clothes before heading to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Dinner was the only time I had freedom with my kids, other times were spent at the hospital .
During dinner, Ava talked endlessly, describing her day, while Asher listened quietly, occasionally correcting her details.
I watched them, something warm settling in my chest.
Seven years, I had built my own family, a future.
“Mum,” Ava suddenly said, reaching for her glass. “Can I---"
All of a sudden, the glass shattered midair. It did not fall, neither was it kicked off the table, it just simply--
Broke.
I watched the pieces of glass crash onto the table accompanied by sudden silence.
I felt my heart stop.
The twins furrowed their brows in confusion at the broken pieces before Ava eventually whispered. “Mum…” her voice small. “I-I didn't touch it…”
I slowly rose to my feet and my pulse began to rise.
No, no, no…
I moved closer, my eyes scanning the table, the floor and the air. I was trying to find something that made sense.
Deep down inside, I had a clue on what was going on. I had seen it before.
“Ava.” I said carefully, kneeling in front of her. “Tell me exactly what you felt.”
She gulped a lump down her throat. “I just… wanted it. I did not mean to break it.” Tears formed in her eyes. “I just thought about it and then it—”
“Shattered,” Asher finished quietly.
I turned to him sharply and he continued. "It did not fall. It reacted."
A cold realization began to settle in.
Over the past few months, there had been signs. Unexplainable things.
Ava moving faster than she should, Asher sensing things before they happened, their strength, their instincts.
I had ignored it but I could not ignore this.
I hastily rose to meet, my heart pounding as I walked to the sink, gripping the edge firmly.
There was only one explanation, their supernatural abilities was awakening too fast which meant they were stronger.
The early awakening of their abilities was only something wolves with rare bloodline could do, legend called them the Gold-tinted wolves.
Fear crept in. My chest tightened.
I snuck a glance at them, something heavy settled deep in my chest.
My breathing became hitched and it felt like my worse nightmare was slowly coming to reality.
My worst fear was rising to the surface.
They might not stay hidden for long..
Their powers will be exposed.
They will be hunted.
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