As the Flowers Fall

*This story may include content not suitable for all ages and may include upsetting content. Please proceed with this in mind* Narrator's POV: Fate has long since existed and died in this realm. Its messages weeping and bringing sorrow but still leaving those in its path a sense.... a sense of belonging. This belonging either being a curse or a blessing in disguise. Do not ponder over these words as they do not bring meaning, but they do bring hope, and that hope is something we all must cling onto. Lillian Moore was yet to be 18 but her mind and her sense of independence appeared to be decades after that. Her parents, Terry and Elizabeth, worked hard but always seemed to be too far away, even though they tried to be there. Their spirits brightened by the sight of their baby girl who could never grow old in their eyes. But as they watched, Lillian's once bright brown eyes that held kindness and strength, had started to wear away. Her clothes became dark and longer, with her light blonde hair seemingly straightened, and her hair sprayed into place so as to hide something. That change had brought home a guest, one with poison in her eyes and a heart made of thorns waiting for prey. Ivy Johnson was the first girlfriend sweet Lillian had ever dated, and her pedals had begun to wilt away during their relationship. Melanie Claudius was smart, beautiful, and strong. Her quick-witted attitude brought smiles to her pack, the Meadowlark Pack, but her will to protect those she loved is what her brother Poe, the alpha, liked the most. At 18, finding her mate wasn't her biggest priority, as many times their mates would be a few years younger, and only if both werewolves were 18-year-olds could they find their mates. Even though being a werewolf meant no revealing themselves to humans, most of the teenage pack members attended high school with humans. Within this high school, a sense of longing, of love and lust seemed to pull Melanie by a string, but at the other end of that string, held someone who was never meant to know who Melanie truly was. Fate will always find a way to make ends meet, to make two enemies battle, to make two lovers meet. Hold onto your hats my dears, as fate may not seem so clear, for only those who listen will understand what I mean. The fun is just about to begin….