Alone

Chapter 7

                                                                                                Anna

    I am a werewolf.

    A werewolf!

    A werewolf? He can’t be a werewolf. They are evil. They kill. They are murderers! He did not seem like a bad person, he seemed like he cared about me. Why did he tell me about his family? How can he be a werewolf? What if he killed my parents? Maybe he came to finish the job! I let him touch me and he killed my parents! He took advantage of me. And I let him!

                                                                                              William

    She didn’t react at first, but then I could heart her heart rate begin to speed up. Then her breath started to accelerate. Her eyes were shifting left and right, never looking right at me. She looked like a trapped animal, almost as if she was looking for a way to escape. She was scared of me. The realization hit me, she thought I would hurt her.

    I raise my hands, to show her I wouldn’t hurt her. “Anna, I’m not going to hurt you. You are my mate. I love you.” I declared.

    “You’re a murderer,” Anna whispered.

    “What did you say Anna?” I didn’t want to believe what she said.

    “You’re a murderer! You killed my family! How could you? And with what you were beginning to make me feel. I thought you were going to be good for me.” Tears were leaking down her face, and my heart skipped a beat. Someone had heart my girl and now she thought we were all the same. She thought I was a murderer.

    Tell her the truth!  Roi exclaimed.

    I can feel my heart breaking more and more for every tear she sheds, “Anna, please allow me to explain. I was not the person that killed your pare-“

    “A monster killed my parents, not a person. A person would never kill an innocent!” Anna cuts in.

    “But Anna, my dear, please I am innocent! If you would but just let me tell you my side of the story.” Anna stays quiet looking deflated, whether that was out of fear, nothing left to say, or allowing me to continue. “What I told you of my family was true. They were murdered, and they were also werewolves. Although, there were some bad werewolves, but there are many more good. I come from a long line of royals that kept our kind in order. We co-existed with humans, peacefully. We had traveled all over whenever werewolf hunters became too close. We lost many loved ones. I lost my brother, James, first. He was my twin brother, and my best friend. He was ten at the time. We had been in Scotland for only a century when they found us.”

    “A Century? How old are you?” Anna asked. As I began to explain Anna had gradually began to calm down, her heart rate slowed down. She was no longer crying. I hope she believed what I was saying.

    “We age differently from humans, while you age a year at a time, we can age around a century at a time. We are not immortal, but we can live for a long time. I may appear young but I was born centuries ago.” Her facial expression changed from neutral to something of horror. I continued on before the full realization hit her. “After that, what the few remaining of my kind, moved to a little farm on the outskirts of England. There were about 15 families left, including my own. We were in England a month. A month! When they found us. It was just another day of farming. My mother had gone to the market that day. My older sister was tending to our well on one side of the warm, while the rest of us were harvesting the crops. My sisters screams were what alerted us to it. We raced to her aid. My father was the first to reach her. By the time we were within sight I already knew it was too late. There were so many, Anna. When we got close enough, I could see my sister, and my mother. The men had torn their cloths to shreds. They were bloody, and they weren’t moving. My father had been thrown to the side, like some animal. His severed head laying beside his body. I had fallen to my knees at one point, tears leaking down my face. Imagining how my father suffered. What my mother and sister had been put through, as the soldiers did whatever they wanted to them. The others had already turned to their wolves. The fight, although, evenly matched did not last long. At some point, I had crawled my way to my mother. She was barely breathing. I should have done more, but I was a kid and I didn’t want my mother seeing a battle around her. I wanted her to see me last. Before I knew it, the battle was over and all who was left was me. Pathetic, orphan me. I ended up on a ship. When we landed, I ran into the woods where I met Abigail. I was broken and she helped me get through most of it.” There was silence as my tale came to a close. There, it was all out in the open. Whatever came from this, it all depended on whether Anna would forgive me, or believe me. Because if she didn’t, I could not go on living. She was the only lifeline I had left.