A Werewolf's Sacrifice

Episode 4

Though I checked the next morning as soon as I woke up for school and saw that my necklace had disappeared from the doorhandle just as Varick had vanished all too quickly from the market earlier in the weekend, as the months passed and I had no word from him, I began to resign myself to the fact that he had indeed left childish things behind. Had left me behind.

I wrote to him often during those months about anything and everything that happened. I had such a fear of him missing even a slight detail of our old lives. But no matter how many times I rushed up to my mother after she collected the mail asking, “Did anything come for me?” no letter ever arrived. I found it hard to believe that my best friend since I was two years old could just stop caring about me or our friendship, and for a while, I convinced myself that his letters just weren’t coming through. I even wrote to some of the leading officials in charge of new recruits to see what the problem was. Of course, they were too busy to write back to a young girl from a small town who was of next to no importance.

“Hey Odelle, have you heard from Varick?” Asked one of our peers curiously, courageous enough to approach me after class regardless of the scowl I constantly wore on my face now. It was always interesting and exciting news to the student body when a student left school to become a warrior. Varick had risen in popularity in his absence because, without the real boy in front of them, my peers began to imagine him as something larger and more exciting than the scrawny, muddy-haired boy I knew all too well.

Being sad at the loss of my friend and embarrassed by my unrequited feelings for him, I soon found myself feeling anger and resentment towards him.  

“No and I don’t plan on hearing from him again.” I snapped. My peers soon stopped asking me any questions about him and began to ignore me altogether. All except for Charlotte- a red haired girl with porcelain skin and vivid golden eyes who was just as determined to be called Lottie as she was to not leave me alone.

Ultimately, after a year of silence, I resigned myself to the fact that no letters would ever come. There were times when I was at my lowest that I felt a nagging suspicion that he had known how I felt about him for the last few years and was determined to be free of my new and unwanted attraction, especially after that embarrassing half-kiss. I groaned internally and grimaced every time I thought about it.