Moon bound with Love

New Discoveries

“ Your mother loved you deeply,” Rose continues now a little more confident. She took a pause and glanced shortly at Lucas as if waiting for confirmation from home. “ More than you will ever know my baby. She wanted you to live a free and normal life- Just like a mere mortal- just like your further. Without the burdens of our world,” she said now her voice breaking because of the tears she was trying to block.

“ You see….she was born a werewolf, not just a werewolf but a Luna, our leader our hope,” Lucas interjected. I looked straight at Lucas something about him speaking to me agitated me now, “ Do not speak to me, I even don’t know who you are, or where…,” “ Stop it Emmy enough! Let us speak to you,” My grandmother Rose shouted.

I crawled in shock because in my years of living my grandmother never scolded me nor even raised her voice. This could be so serious I had to relax and listed.

“ Emma, Your mother broke the scared laws, she fell in Love with a mortal- Your father. A man with no blood ties to our kind. It was forbidden. Yet she chose love over duty. She choose to protect you.

My heart beat ran so fast I thought my heart was about push through my skin. And I knew that she meant everywood she said.

Rose’s voice trembled for the first time, and I could tell there was more. So much more but she stopped herself.

I looked at her, eyes wide with both hurt and longing.

“But... Grandmother,” I whispered, my voice cracking, “why did it take you sixteen whole years to tell me all of this? Why now?”

Grandma looked at me, pain ,knowledge and wisdom written across every line of her face.

“Because, Emmy, my sweet Emmy ” she said gently, “you weren’t ready. The gift awakens on your sixteenth moon. It’s ancient magic—older than me, older than the clans. And once it does… there’s no turning back.”

I looked at my dad then Lucas and my grandmother sensed that I still needed answers. After a long silence that felt like ages Rose broke it, “ Meet Lucas he will be your protector, he is one of the people who will teach you how to use your power. It is hard to adapt but he will guide you through it all. Camilla! Camilla!,” my grandmother called out my best friend. Camilla walked in smiling but you could fear and guilt in her eyes. She could not look at me straight in the eyes.

“ Camilla has always been your guardian we wanted you to get used to her before the secret was out,” Rose said

My heart broke into a million pieces’ felt betrayed my whole life was a scam. Looking at the people in the room.

I ran away into the small cottage that my dad owned. It was close to the river. I just wanted to be left alone. Camilla wanted to follow me but Rose stopped her she knew I wanted to be alone. The cottage was my safe space it was where I hid my paintings. Where I got lost into my own fantasy world.

My heart pounded as I pushed through the forest. Just as my legs begun to ache- the forest opened into a hidden clearing-and it was there, the cottage.

I started at it and took It all in. This was my happy place. Since I was young, when my dad made me angry I used to ran and hide at this cottage. I would paint all the worlds mysteries that came to my heart and mind. My dad would look for me for hours( at least pretend to look for me because he knew where I was) then in the evening he would come all shocked make dinner. We would have a sleep over then go back to our main house it the morning. I really loved the cottage. But things were about to change.

Vines with many glimmering leaves, wrapped beautifully around the stone grey walls and pale flowers were blooming in the moonlight. The door let out a loud creak as soon as soon as I placed my hand on it as if it was expecting me but the door hinges were not well fixed and dad always promised to fix it, but never did. The smell of lavender, hard wood and something ancient welcomed me. The fire place still had the residue if firewood that we he used during our previous thanksgiving holiday.

I stepped in. And felt a sense of peace something I had not experienced in the last twenty four hour. Or was it even more?

I stared deeply at the portrait on the wall just above the fire place deeply. I froze. It was my mother -and I, when I was a baby. It never occurred to me. I always though it was some portrait that was bought from a thrift shop.

I stepped closer. My breath catching me.I was nestled in my mothers arms. I I looked at the writings on the drawing and it was my mothers name Elena. She is the one who had drawn the painting how did she know how I looked when she had died while giving birth to me?

One strange thing about my mother in all her portraits. What made my chest tighten was my mothers gaze. Like every other drawing she wasn’t looking at viewer. Her eyes were always slightly as though she was watching something or someone beyond the canvas.

I reached out. My fingertips brushing through the frames of the portrait. A sense of curiosity came to me.

Why did my mother never look at the frame? Who or what was she hiding from?

I removed my shoes and walked to the couch.Clearly tired i picked up my paint brush and slowly started painting.But i was painting i slowly drifted to sleep without a care in the world.This was my safe place.