A Gift from the Goddess

"You were never meant to grow up in a city like this.Our kind stays together for a reason."

I could hear what Kieran was saying, but I was struggling to fully grasp it.

‘‘Not human"

‘‘Our kind’.

‘‘Werewolf’.

The words kept swimming around in my head.

An explanation that seemed too impossible to believe.

And yet, at the same time, what he was saying somehow made sense.

He was right.

I wasn’t human.

A part of me had always known that, dating back to when I was a child.I was never like the other kids at the house.

Turning eighteen had just manifested that part of me in the form of a beast.

So...was this what had been missing then? I was a werewolf? Like in those scary stories? Like...in those *monster* movies...? 

".How do I make it go away?" I asked after a few moments, my voice barely louder than a whisper.

"How do I stop being...a werewolf? To be normal?"

"Raven...it’s a part of who you are.There isn’t any way to remove it."

"But I don’t want to live with this burden of losing control at any moment," I argued.

"I can’t afford to have slips when things go wrong, or have this constantly interfering with every little thing I do.I’m living in a nightmare every time I lapse."

He took another few cautious steps towards me but I didn’t back away this time.

With every word he spoke, my resolve to push him away faded a little bit more.It was as though his presence had a soothing effect on m e and I couldn’t deny that I needed that right now.

"..It doesn’t have to be a curse," he said slowly.

"I can help you manage it.You didn’t grow up learning about the things you needed to...but I can teach you.It’s not too late."

He held out a hand to me, as if inviting me to take it.

Offering me something that no one else had ever before; A chance to live my life without fear.

...But what would it cost me?

 "I just need you to trust me, Raven," he said, making my gaze shift from his hand to his eyes Familiar.

There was familiarity when I looked at him, the same feeling I’d experienced when I first met him.

As if I'd always known him.

Whatever this reaction to him was, it was strong enough to sway every behaviour in my life.

If I believed him and accepted that this influence wasn’t due to foul intervention, then did that mean that my body had been telling me to trust him this whole time? That it was recognising in him the same condition I was born with? Was that just a normal connection between what we were? However, getting close to someone was dangerous.

Especially someone who I was meant to have investigated and then disappeared from entirely.

If my father found out about this.......But wouldn’t my father be just as upset if I continued to fail because of what I was? Medications, strict daily routines and punishments had been the only ‘solutions’ given to me up until now.

Solutions that clearly didn’t work since it continued to happen regardless.

Kieran wasn’t pretending to offer me a solution, filling my head with false promises if I kept conforming to the rules.He was offering me a way to take back control despite that very issue plaguing me.

A way to learn how to harness it instead.

"..Will I be able to stop the blackouts from happening?" I asked carefully, taking a slow step towards him.

"And the sickness? Will I stop wanting t o throw up every time it’s about to happen?"

His brow furrowed slightly at what I said.

"...Blackouts? I can’t say I’ve heard of that being a common symptom...but it’s possible you’ve been fighting against yourself too much.The more you try to stop the shift from happening, the more painful and uncontrollable the whole process is.I can walk you through it and help you so that it won’t happen."

He sounded so genuine that I wanted to believe him.

In fact, it was increasingly becoming harder to deny those feelings inside, the ones urging me to just run to him already.

But it was those very feelings that brought me here today.I still needed answers.

"And this...thing...between us.These feelings...," I vaguely said, my cheeks starting to burn a little.

I was used to faking romantic interest in people, but this was different.

It was an uncomfortable new situation for me.

you spoke about at the charity

"The sparks?" he clarified.

I agreed, trying to push

didn’t drug me, then is this a normal thing between our kind? Is that how you recognise others who are the

was his turn to shuffle a little

a complicated question," he fumbled as he

since the day we met.I needed to know if there was a way to manage this too so

stop?" I

Oh.

to be the wrong

snapped back to my own, a look on his face that I

serious...but there was something

it to stop?" he

I felt as an ache pulsed in my chest, the question bringing with it

someone I

this couldn’t

ever felt before, a gravitation pull

was? I couldn’t be the only one who found this

came to mind,

It was at that very thought that my head

I shook it a bit, trying to get over it, but ended up

"Hey, you okay?"

but I wasn’t able to

probably overwhelming yourself too much for

the last few days in

body was worn

said again, though I

his hands softly moving mine out of the way so he could lift my face up

you alright?" he repeated, feeling my head for

was

I felt as the burning started to ease,

happened today.So

must have been pushing myself

Wait...

today...

today....

Oh shit.

about

to hide the slight falter in my

have someone waiting for me.Before I

of me didn’t want to, but I gently took

were already

how to shut

through with what I need to d o, almost

you mean

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to grab it, finding the burner phone

the number flash across

to take this...," I said turning around, and proceeded to hit

Rae?" the voice on the

I tried to sound as natural as

"Hi, Zac."

but you didn’t call

" uh..."

would think it

I meant to be cleaning up a dead body

that was still very much

...Fuck.

had to postpone," I lied, conscious of the fact

s o I said I’d

"What? Rae, I thought—."

actually just talking with someone right now," I stressed, praying that he’d pick

it would make this more complicated than

promise to call you once I have

"Who—."

"Bye, Zac."

I quickly hung

a

thought to myself, ‘please don’t let Zac tell my father about my odd

brought yet another problem with

do you do for work that keeps you busy until almost one o’clock in the morning?" came Kieran’s voice behind

I froze at the

and ‘kidnapping’, were the first job descriptions I thought of, but I kept that

For obvious reasons.