A Queen for the Throne: A werewolf story

Childhood Memories

Mike walked back to the cabin with Nora delicately cradled in his arms. The cool night air swirled around them, but he didn’t feel the cold. All he could think about was how light she felt, her head resting against his chest, her face peaceful despite the earlier attack. Each step he took was measured, careful not to disturb her slumber.

As he neared the cabin, the front porch light flickered to life, and the door opened with urgency. Nora's grandparents hurried out, their faces lined with worry.

“Nora! Is she hurt?” her grandmother exclaimed, rushing forward.

Mike shook his head slightly. “She’s fine, just exhausted. She needs rest.”

Her grandfather placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder, trying to calm her down. “Thank you,” he said quietly, his eyes flickering with gratitude and concern. “Please, bring her in.”

They led him into the house, the warmth of the cabin wrapping around them as soon as they stepped inside. Mike carefully maneuvered through the familiar hallway, Nora still nestled against him, until they reached a small bedroom at the end of the hall.

When Mike entered the room, he was met with a wave of nostalgia. The walls were adorned with old photographs, capturing moments from years past. In many of them, Nora was smiling, her younger self full of life and innocence. Mike's eyes lingered on one picture in particular—of the two of them, side by side, grinning near the stream they used to play by. A small smile tugged at his lips, though it quickly faded as the weight of the present came back to him.

He gently laid Nora down on the bed, tucking the blanket around her. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, her breathing soft and steady. Mike stood over her for a moment, letting the memories of their childhood flood his mind. How so much time had passed, and how things had become so complicated?

With a quiet sigh, Mike stepped back and left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

When he returned to the living room, Nora's grandparents were waiting anxiously. They exchanged glances before turning their attention back to Mike.

“Tell us what happened,” her grandfather asked, his voice low with fear.

Mike ran a hand through his hair. “She was attacked... by rogue wolves.”

Her grandmother gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “Rogues? Here?”

“Yes, the rogues have recently found their way into our pack,” Mike confirmed, his expression darkening. “I found her just in time. She’s safe now, but this... it’s a sign. Something’s changing.”

Nora’s grandparents exchanged worried looks. No one dared to think of what could await Nora once more people learnt of her true identity and the prophecy. The thing they had hoped to protect her from, seemed to be creeping closer.