Abandoned

Chapter 2

David

"We give it up for adoption." my mother says decisively. "No, mommy!" I cry out. I walk out and run into the dense forest. My mother is calling me something, but I don't hear it anymore. I walk through the forest and hear the birds whistle, a deer graze and many other sounds. Out of anger, I push myself away through the bushes. I was on my way to my favorite spot. There was a tree and that stood at an angle the branches were also very low. When I'm finally there I lay on the rock that stands under the tree. By the hanging branches, no one saw me and that reassured me. I started to cry again and fell into a deep sleep.

Dream David

I saw the basket floating again in the stream. This time it was different. It stayed but further and continue until the waterfall. I saw the basket tilt. I jumped to it. But I fell with my belly on the shore and lost consciousness. The last images I saw were the basket that fell down.

I woke up on the rock bathing in the sweat. Everything was wet and I could only think of the dream. Fortunately, it wasn't really happening. It was already light. "What would it be?" I thought. I scrubbed and put it on a run toward our house. "Mama will be concerned." I think. Indeed, when I arrive my mother is at the door. She cries. I run to her and hug her. "Never do this again!" she says strictly. "I had to think for a while," I answered her. "But now I have to see her!" I add to it. "The papers are almost in order for David." "So keep her tight." "Is there anyone who wants her?" I ask sadly to my mother. "Yes, David."

"They are also werewolves and they are from the pack over the water. The Silver Moon pack." I start to cry again. Now I can't do anything more. Hopefully, that pack is a bit friendly. Suddenly the door rings. "Who would that be?" my mother told me. I didn't expect anyone. When I open my mouth falls open. It is the pack leader of the Silver Moon pack. He greeted me politely with: 'Good morning.' I want to close the door almost when suddenly my mother comes into a decal. She didn't try to stare at me and that's how she manages to do it. She leaves the man in and salutes him politely and then said: "My son is afraid of her well-being." "No worries boy, she is in the good of the day." He answers me calmly and reassuring. My mother goes to the living room with him. She had laid the child in a cradle for the time being. The cradle I lay in when I was still a baby. The man looks at the jet child and I see a twinkling in his eyes and I'm sure he knows the same thing as me. That this becomes a beautiful sweet woman later.