The Half Moon God

Chapter 1

[14 Years later]

[Her]

Cold air hitting my skin as I take another sip of booze to warm me up, talking to a magical rock on piles of rubbish.

"Being the invisible girl would be easy if you were actually that invisible but me being the outcast killer, I was none of that." I said words mumbled and barely heard through the noise of the wind.

I was the one everyone noticed when I walk into a room and no it wasn't the good kind.

"The one people bullied in school or abused in the village I'm the one always centre stage with the most watchers and guess what I truly hated it." I said with fresh tears staining my cheeks.

"I wish I could be like the girl at the front of my math class the girl everyone ignored cause she's your typical nerd , I wish I could be the one girl no one bullied but with my past it would never happen seeing as my story started at the age of 2." I cried harder even though I knew I've told this story over a hundred times told it to the same stupid rock crying every time.

"As a young pup of 2 I wandered into the forbidden forest following a butterfly, I went missing and mother went looking for me only to find a rogue wolf trying to eat me as I hid away in a hole. She tried to fight the wolf only to lose - she howled for help of our alfa and he was too late to save her from the beast. They blame me for going off to the unknown they blame me!!" I screamed throwing the bottle watching the pieces of glass fly around broken like me.

Turning to the rock again I read the words "I have loved the stars to fondly to fear the night" written by the all mighty God Aleksander.

"Is that why you haven't returned?" I asked the rock.

"I remember you" I said in a sad voice. "I remember you saying you'll watch over me, that you'll f*****g protect me!!" I yelled again tears streaming down my cheeks "I remember you" I said getting up walking away with my black Cape flowing in the wind behind me.

With nowhere to go except my mother’s old house I walk in the icy wind following the path barely visible covered in snow.

My pack made me the outcast killer but our all mighty protector made me the independent person I am, the person who can look after herself without the help of her pack the only person she’ll ever be able to rely on.

A growl like sound made me snap out of thought making me aware of my surroundings, two piercing silver eyes sent shivers down my spine giving me goose bumps all over. It all went in slow motion as the beast lunged at me with sharp teeth and a snapping jaw. I ducked out of the way in the nick of time as it pounced over me falling to the ground with a tumble, yet it looked like the fall did nothing cause in two seconds it was up again growling at me. I felt fear run through my veins as the beast started walking towards me, once again a growl slipped past the wolfs lips running through the cold of night echoing far and wide. I felt tears running down my cheeks as the thought of dying entered my mind. As the beast walked forward stalking me as its prey, I walked back my shoe getting caught on something making me tumble back. I let out a howl for help as it sprung and landed on me, my first instinct was to look for something that might help.

A rock lying a few inches away from me, something so close yet far away, but I couldn’t reach for it. My muscles went numb as my mind clouded over. The grey eyes felt like they were looking into my soul, something flashed in my mind like a memory; it showed a woman sitting crossed legs Infront of a blazing fire blue and red flames dancing as her hands moved, humming a tune familiar to me. Then her eyes opened and it took my breath away, eyes a void of pure blackness and an evil smile spread on her face as she looked me straight in the eye. The flames got bigger and then they were gone the girls head rolled back her laughter that sounding like that of a demon then nothing, not one sound.

My sight cleared up but my head was pounding from the hit I got. The wolf had disappeared into the dead of night barely lit but the moons beautiful beams. No one had come to help me even though I howled for their help. I was yet again left for dead same as I did to my mother all those years ago. It was all my fault.

Blackness slowly started taking over my sight as I laid there on the ground welcoming death’s arms wide open.

It must have been hours of laying on the ground because when I woke up the sun already started rising into the heavens. It was time for me to get ready for school even though I have marks all over my body, I was determined to finish my final year of high school so I could actually start my life somewhere else in this god cursed world.

Getting up from the icy cold snow I walked my ass all the way home with wet clothes and pain in all the wrong places. Finally reaching my front door to find out I lost my house keys in last night drunk state as well as the fight so to say my keys could be anywhere at this point.

Not in the mood for picking a lock I smashed one of the little windows near the door knob, put my hand through and opened the door from the inside only to find that last night I had left a window open so a forest critter came into my home and basically destroyed everything.

My day hasn’t even started and its already f****d up, so how could it get any worse?? Well let me put it this way, I smell like something died and rubbed its corpse all over me and well my hair looks s**t at this particular moment in time.

After trying to clean up just a little bit picking up everything ripped and throwing it in the dustbin. Not so long after I opened up the bath tap and ran myself a nice warm bath, doing basically everything to clean all the cuts and scratches then I got out and dried myself off. Going to my room finding my cape, a jean and a T-shirt to wear for the first school day.

It’s still freezing outside since we don’t have 4 seasons, we have winter throughout the whole year so long clothes is a must.

My house being at the outskirts of our village was the coldest, always hit by the most powerful wind. Walking to school was one of my most dreaded moments, people in town avoided me like I’m some kind of sickness. I’ve always felt out of place here even though I knew why, I’m the demon spawn they say. The girl with blue eyes, the killer is my status in our pack. At the age of 18 they would throw me out.

I would be nothing more than just another rogue wolf on the outer of the borders and this is why I want to finish school and start over far from here.

I want to be something more than I am now I want to be seen as not just the outcast but as someone with potential. So, as I started walking to school, I started thinking of all that happened to me the night before.

I have never feared the dark and loneliness that is until last night, I felt like there was this fire burning from within me. A fire so strong it could set worlds a flame. Not even the strongest water could calm this fire, yet the eyes of the beast did.

A wolf, with fur as black as night, not a single fault, not one spec of a different colour. He blended with the darkness hiding away among the shadows as if it was his kingdom. Yet his eyes shined bright like the stars drifting in space giving light to the darkness.

His eyes grey. No comparison to the beauty, they pulled me in showing me many emotions, anger, love, emotions so strong they looked deep into my soul and triggered a memory long forgotten. A memory I didn’t even know existed. Yet those eyes showed me, and then darkness. As fast as he gave me the memory, he took it away and replaced it with darkness, returning to the shadows, his true kingdom.My mind still trying to recover from the fog the beast put on me, trying to see what I saw the night before, but before I knew it, I was at the school front gate. Somehow, I ignored all the talking and giggling trough out town, as my mind was too busy thinking of those eyes.

Now in front of the doors, I feel panic hit me in waves as if it was the ocean. Trying to push this feeling away I walk along the halls as a lost soul not looking at people as I pass them.

I have math class at the start of my day, so with a slight limp I walk towards the door numbered 234. Its mister black’s class room the only teacher that tries to be nice to me even though it’s against pack rules.

Every day after math class I would stay behind so he could talk to me, he always asks me if I’m ok, if I’m eating and getting enough sleep and every time, I would assure him that I’m fine. Mr. Black looks to be about 27 yet in all my years it looks like he stays that age. So here I am in math after the bell has rung for lunch break, I’m sitting in my desk trying to reassure my teacher that I am fine. He is one of the only people I can trust so I tell him what happened last night to the last detail, and his forest green eyes grew big with fear and another emotion, something I couldn’t figure out yet I felt it as well. It was so familiar yet frightening unknown, so I didn’t as. I said my goodbyes and went on my way finishing the school day with a few marks along the way.