Lost Louve

Today is my last day. My last day of comfort and familiarity, something I became too dependent on. My name is Madison Harvester, I have been at Coal mountain for the last four years of my life. This mine has been open since 1905 and although I knew it was coming, today the revitalization and maintenance for closing begins. Jerry, my boss, offered me to stay on through the process as I’m the hardest working mechanic at Coal Mountain, but with all new crews and the influx of new people I don’t know how hard it will become to keep my secret. My first time shifting I was 7, which is early for werewolves. My life is anything but normal.   Up until now I’ve had a pretty good thing going. My shift is usually done by two am and the other employees will either be working already or sleeping. That’s my time, my time to leave the mine and let my wolf out. Today however, I venture into Highland Valley the little community by Coal Mountain.  I don’t come here often, it’s usually for clothes and sometimes I have to pick up special order machine parts that can’t wait. Checking in to the only motel this town has to offer, with my duffel bag of belongs for the last four years.  The night clerk gives me a curious look as it’s pretty late for this tiny town. Trying to ease the tension I say  “I’m from Coal Mountain, just waiting for the train station to open.”  “Oh” is his only response. There goes that conversation.  “Room 2B, up the stairs to the left.” “Thanks” I grab the key, my bag and continue up.  My wolf is restless tonight, something is off but we can’t figure out what. I’ve been the only werewolf here for the last four years, what could it be? Whatever. For now I need a shower, it was a long day and I’m sure my hair is black not my usual auburn brown. I walk into the bathroom, it’s a little smaller than a normal hotel but still quite nice. Walking up to the mirror I look back at myself. Nothing to fancy to see here, dirty face, dirty hands. My green eyes are still vibrant as ever. They earned me the nickname when I was younger on the streets, “freak”. Man I don’t miss Vancouver, yet back I go because it’s all I know outside this damn mine. Sighing, I strip down and hop in the shower. A quick rinse and I hop out to rummage through my bag I left on the bed. Clean clothes in hand, I get dressed in the bathroom and come back out to plunk on the bed until morning.