Chapitre 2: MILA
The hideous scar that runs from the top of his forehead through the left eye and straight down to its chin is all I can see, as are the most intense yellow eyes that are looking at me. He looked back with an evil grin on his face. He doesn't say anything until his sharp teeth show through and he opens his mouth and lunges at me.
I scream when I open my eyes.
My childhood nightmare, which I had been avoiding, has returned with a vengeance. The duvet covers are soaked by the sweat that has formed all over my body. Four AM is the point at which I glance back at my morning timer. Knowing that sleep won't happen again, I let out a deep sigh. I thought the dream had come to an end because this has been occurring for the past few nights.
Sapphire sighs, "Get back to sleep, Mila."
You are aware that it will not recur. I tell her as I get out of bed and search my room for my rope, "I had the dream again." As I get up to make some coffee, Sapphire, my wolf, comes to mind.
To boil water for my coffee, I move over to the kitchen counter and turn on the kettle. I think I should clean up my open space apartment, if that's what you want to call it, before Emily comes.
Sapphire sighs in my head, "probably another wolf has come into the town again, it seems the dream appears whenever a wolf comes or is close to the town border," she says as she stretches her paws out in my head. "I wonder why the dream is back," I think to myself.
That makes sense to me for a brief moment. I have this dream whenever a rogue enters the town or near the border, but when the rogue appears, it is not the wolf in my dream.
I want my espresso; The café should not be opened at this time.
I sit at the counter and look out the window at Shadow Lake, the small town I call home. I am a werewolf and live in a small town with many supernatural beings because my mind takes over. You are aware of the oddest thing; The only werewolf present is me. I don't know how to get here, nor do I know how to get here.
I've questioned the family that took me in, but all they can say is that they found me in the woods. George and Sybil Dawson, who also have a daughter named Emily, who is my sister and best friend, took me in and have been an amazing family.
Our little town's chief mayor is warlock George. He is the only person who can sort or handle anything. Sybil is a Fae who creates herbal remedies for the supernatural, primarily to treat headaches or to aid in the growth of garden plants. Emily is a witch who is influenced by Fae. We're very close together.
Despite the fact that this town is very welcoming, no one seems to know how I got here. Hearing that a wolf lives alongside vampires, bear shifters, Fae, and even witches may seem odd to some. In fact, there hasn't been a werewolf pack around here in over a decade. There is a region around here that used to be werewolf packs, yet they were cleared out numerous a long time back in a conflict. Particularly in the library, there is some history.
I live over my work which is a little bistro, show to an older lady called Gloria, who is my resigned chief. Gloria and George are Gloria's parents. Since I moved to this small village, she has treated me like a grandmother. Gloria was their coven's grand high witch until rogues attacked and killed every witch. She and George had to flee, along with a few other witches, and hide.
They tried other covens, but it appeared as though those covens were too afraid to take them in because they were worried that the same thing might happen to their own people. They did live with one, however when George went gaga for Sybil a Fae; He had to choose between Sybil and a coven or Sybil. Some super naturals believe that love should be with their own kind, while others believe that love should be with their own kind. As long as you are happy and in love, I see nothing wrong with any of it. What's the point then? Also, obviously, eventually, George left with Sybil and came here.
It's hard for me to be the only werewolf here because everyone thinks I should wait for my mate, despite my belief in love and happiness. In contrast, I do not desire a mate, particularly one who is a werewolf. I could do without my sort. I'd rather be by myself. Rogues regularly pass through this town under the impression that they are the owners, which may seem odd when one hears that they despise their own race. I don't like their rotting egg and death odor because it makes me sick. I always hunt down and kill the rogues who are close by, ensuring that they never kill anyone.
When I was twelve, I transformed into Sapphire, a white wolf. We have abilities, but we are so young; We were unsure of how to use them. We have had to learn a lot from it. However, it is a lovely ring to wear. George was there when I changed, and he was worried that if they knew I was a white wolf, rogues would attack me. As a result, he cast a spell on a ring that I had to wear at all times to hide my scent from other wolves. Rogues mistake me for a human when they pass through here. Unless I have to, I keep my head down. I have no choice but to conceal Sapphire and me. I do believe George is keeping something from me, but I have faith in him because he has cared for me ever since I was found as a child lost in the woods. I was fed and cleaned by him. He made me feel like I was a family member.
Any and all supernatural beings are welcome here.
I'm thrown out of my thoughts when I hear a knock at my front door.
I can smell Gloria's rose scent, so I know it's her.
I stand up and go into the room.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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Power Stone 
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