Rhea
I’ve heard of werewolf stories. Of humans that could shift into wolf form. When I was much younger, mama used to tell me stories about wolf shifters and how fearful they are. She never told me one thing about them though. That they exist in real life.
Is this why papa was so scared anytime I mistakenly removed my bracelet? Or is this why we moved a lot? The ringing in my ears just keeps getting stronger and louder as the realization comes to me. If only I could ask papa why he always tried to protect me from them. Why he kept saying I must be hidden from them. What would they want from me? I’m just a human.
Or…am I?
I shake my head slowly, trying to force the thoughts away before they spiral out of control. There’s no way I can be anything other than human. I don’t have super str
