ANNOUNCEMENT
I rewrite Howling Moon, because this is not how I wanted it to be written.
Thank you very much for your understanding and I hope this new version will please you more.
English is not my first language, I am sorry for the spelling mistakes, I'm doing my best!
See you next Chapter.
Awaell.
Prologue
Life is hard. Harder than anything I could have imagined.
I was raised in a loving family and in a house that smelled like apples and vanilla. My mother was the most beautiful woman that I was given me to see. She was always smiling and her long hair was always into an elegant ponytail. She loved to read me and tell me stories about knights and monsters. My father well, he was my hero. He was the largest and strongest of all men on earth. His blue eyes like the sky was the most comforting thing in the world. Every evening when I was younger, he came into my room and checked that there was no monster under my bed or in my closet. He had promised me to protect me against all the dangers in this universe.
He had lied to me. Life was a monster and he hadn't protected me from it.
The day of my fourteen years, monsters came to my home while I was in school and they took everything... They had killed and massacred everything that was important and dear to me. My father sat on the stairs dead and my mother was sleeping on my bed, her heart ripped off. At fourteen they made me an orphan.
After the drama, my aunt Melissa picked me up and invited me to her house with a sad smile on her face and a hand on my shoulder. She had a son, Scott, that when he saw me for the first time, told me that I could take his room if I wanted to, because he was sure that there were no monsters in it. I cried and that little boy was just there, holding me tight in his arms.
For four years they put my name on gifts at Christmas, they make me laugh and had integrated me into their lives. They became my family and one night, after helping Melissa with the cake for Scott's birthday, I swore to myself that nothing will happen to them.
At eighteen years, I had that need to leave this town. I had that inexplicable need to travel and see the world while I still could. Melissa and Scott had begged me to stay, but something pushed me to leave. I felt that my destiny was somewhere out there, but not in the city of Beacon Hills. After my high school graduation, I took a bus to Sacramento. I was sure of myself.
At twenty years old, I never regret my decision to leave. I meet people who made me grow and taught me how to live with my anger and my sadness, but it was time to go back home.
I promised my family to protect them from the monsters of this world, it was time to keep that promise.