Born from a Blizzard

Not So Ordinary

    While my mother had given me some confidence by telling me I had a strong wolf, I wasn’t sure if I believed her. She was right that the other pack members could not sense my wolf. Heck, I couldn’t sense my own wolf! Maybe she just said those things so I wouldn’t feel week or scared. I didn't feel strong at all. 

    Here I am in eight grade and I have never even made a friend. I guess you could say I’m a loner. I’ve tried to make friends a few times, but when I go up to the other kids they really look down on me. And I don’t just mean because I’m short. Not only to they give me disgusted looks, I hear their thoughts. Most are similar, with the common theme being “ugg, I wouldn’t be caught dead being seen with that little runt”. “She’s so weak and small “ . Even the teachers felt the same way... “poor little wolf-less runt. I bet the only reason her parents didn’t drown her is because their other pups all died”  

    I was glad that at least my mother didn’t think about me this way. But I knew that she pitied me and how I was treated. I never told her how mean the other kids are, because I didn’t want to make her worry. But she  knew that I had no friends and I suspect she knew exactly how I was treated. I also never asked what happened with her other kids. It just didn’t seem right. My dad mainly ignores me. I guess he is the quiet type, too. We never ever talk and it’s as if he can’t even look at me.  

    I was sitting at the table devouring some corn on the cob that I had grilled. We always had great fresh vegetables since we lived on a farm. There was silence as the table, not even any thoughts could be heard. I decided to be bold! “Mom! Why are you so quiet!” I thought while staring at her. She didn’t even respond, and just kept staring at her plate. “Mom?” She still didn’t respond. I gently cleared my voice and asked out loud, mom, "why are you so quiet?”  

She looked at me and smiled, saying she was just tired, and then looked back down at her food. “What ever will we do” I heard her think.  

Finally, I had had enough. “ Do About what, mom?" I said grumpily. She looked at me with wide eyes. “Can you hear me right now? She thought. “Of course I can hear you mom," I replied out loud. I could tell immediately from the expression on her face that something was very wrong, yet she said and thought nothing. 

How long have you been able to hear my thoughts, my mom said slowly. 

 Always, I said. I have heard everyone’s thoughts for as long as I can remember. Don’t you? Isn’t that a were-wolf thing? She stared at me intently and I felt my stomach start to tighten. The only were-wolves who can mind link are mated pairs, she said slowly. And only then with intention, never casually she added.

I looked down at my lap. "Maybe I should have said something sooner", I said slowly. "So you can’t hear any of my thoughts?" I asked. No, she replied. I wondered immediately about what she meant by intention. I stared at her, focusing on her energy, breathing it in and out until I could feel her next to me. I closed my eyes and thought clearly- “Mom, are you ok?” She looked up at me surprised and responded in thought, I will be, my love.

“Can I talk to other people this way?” I answered. It would not be wise. You will scare them. I would not yet tell people you can read their minds. “Ok”, I replied. The remainder of dinner passed without a single sound and I went to bed, wondering what other surprises tomorrow might hold.