The Black wolf possession

MIRANDA'S POV I work day and night to put food on the table for me and my sick mother for as long as I can remember I have been the one providing since my mom had a stroke. I never knew who my father was, because he died before I was born so I was told. Closing from my third Job of the day as a bartender, packing my things and moving out of the club, counting my tips I made from generous customers. Heading home walking, I can't afford to spend a penny saving up for my mother's drugs and our feeding. I don't own a vehicle and unfortunately I am a werewolf who can't shift because I'm too weak and my body can't withstand it. Unfortunately I am a human with werewolf blood. I breathe out remembering all the weight I have to bear on my shoulders with no father,no family, just me and my sick mother. Uncle Mike was my father's brother so I was told, he nevered cared for me or my mom, he has never rendered any help of any kind not even feeding, schooling, or the hospital bills. Sometimes I wonder what we did wrong. The children, my cousin were worse than their parents. They made me do all the terrible jobs for them: cleaning, even washing their undies, and doing things even a house-paid maid can't do. Sometimes I come to beg for food, when my mother was sick for days and she couldn't help herself and there was nothing left in the house to eat. I come over to beg for food and I work for them to clean their house, do her children's assignments , even her eldest son Jace who is two years older than me. I help him do his homework which is quite unbelievable and hilarious. It was not a pleasant childhood story to tell. I was just twelve then, but I was just a child ready to survive at any cost. Clary, Selene's second child who was a spoilt, arrogant, rude and selfish brat who I envied so much. And I wished that all what she had was mine but it wasn't, and I have accepted that fate. She was around my age. She was her father's princess and also the beta’s daughter of our pack. Uncle Mike was the beta of our pack and they were wealthy, which made me wonder why they were so hardhearted towards me and my mom. When mom was terribly sick I didn't have any money left on me I was drained of my last cent, I went over to their place begging for money to take my mother to the hospital uncle Mike wasn't around not that it would have made any difference, I met Selene Mike's wife and their children Jace and Clary. I remember clearly when she opened the door and she saw me her eyes were laced with disappointment and disgust. It was obvious I was the last person on earth she wanted to see. I knelt down on the floor out in the cold that night begging for money to help my sick mother. She didn't care if I needed the money urgently or not. She made me do all the dirty work, which included cleaning, washing dishes and doing the laundry late at night. I began to panic because I came here to beg for urgent cash to rush my mother to the pack hospital and she was making me work for it. Selene was undermining the state of my mother's health, I knew that if I continued working I would meet my mother's dead body. I followed the back door and left already familiar with the house, it wasn't the first time coming to their house to beg and end up working for it. I ran as fast as I could hoping I wouldn't be an orphan by the time I got there because I knew I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. I went home to see an empty house. I was on the verge of losing it. I was confused if a wild animal came in and took my mother or if she was kidnapped while I was away asking for help. We couldn't afford a single meal, not to imagine raising money for ransom. I stood there as different ideas of terrible events that could have happened to my mother in my absence, my heart raced Pounding my chest with force as panic could be seen on my face by even the blind. Until I heard my neighbor's son Andy calling out to me. I was already in a crying mess. I didn't know how to respond to him. answering him was the least of my problems. He calmed me down and told me his Mom Mrs Tobi heard my mom calling for help as she crawled to the backyard while she was cooking in the kitchen in their house and immediately called her husband for help. Mr Tobi drove my mother to the packed hospital and that kept me thinking why I didn't ask help from my neighbors and why I decided to run to my family. From that day it became clear I didn't have a family, the only family I had was my mom. Since then Mr and Mrs Tobi have been taking care of me and my mother, sending me to school and making sure we don't die of hunger. But I never felt relaxed, I work my ass off day and night to be able to stand by myself when things get rough. And when the Tobi's get tired of helping us, I would be able to fend for myself and my mom because everything has an expiring date. As the late night moon filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Walking down a familiar path to my childhood home, walking down each step heavy with nostalgia, my mind drifting on past memories good and bad remembering the smell of my mom freshly baked wafting through the air and the sound of her mother's gentle voice calling me for dinner. But today felt different, strange. An uneasy feeling settled on my stomach as I approached the front door, as I pushed the door open, the familiar crack ranged through the air. The house looked unchanged, yet it felt haunted by something I can't quite grasp. “Mom” I called out, my voice trembling slightly. There was no answer, only the silence that enveloped me like a thick fog. And then I heard it _ a soft desperate wheezing sound coming from the kitchen. The air felt heavy, and dread pooled in my chest as I rushed towards the sound. My mother is there on the kitchen floor lying pale and gasping for air struggling to catch her breath. “Mom” I cried rushing to her side. My mother's face is lace with pain but still, she struggles to smile. I knelt down beside my gasping mother and held her hand feeling the frail warmth of it. “What's happening mom? I'm here. I'm here!” I cried out.