Another Excerpt from "Dueling Moons"
We were laughing as one of the male wolves told us that he had tripped and “accidentally” fell into a werewolf’s mouth, when Angel banged on the counter commanding everyone’s attention. “Okay,” she yelled with a smile on her face, “my turn.” We all quieted down. She had that kind of effect on people. The woman seemed like the kind of person who would bite your head off if you didn’t give her your full attention.
She took a deep breath and composed herself before she began her story. “I was ten,” she said solemnly. “My parents and my sisters were killed in a tornado.” The way she said the word, I suspected that what happened to them was not a freak accident like a tornado. “I was the only one to survive because I was staying over at my friend’s house. We were having a sleep over.
“When I went home the next morning, I found my house turned upside down. I tried to go inside but the police stopped me before I could even try. My parents bodies were mauled beyond recognition, but my sisters only had broken necks. That’s why the police thought it was a twister. Now I know that it was a pack with a leader set on destruction.
“After they put me in foster care for a night, my aunt from New Orleans came to pick me up. She told me that I was gonna live with her, and I didn’t complain because she was my favorite aunt,” she paused, her eyes becoming dark pools of sorrow.
“One night, I was playing outside. It was the night of the full moon, and I remember looking up at it just as I heard a growl come from the darkness. A pup cornered me but I fought him tooth and nail. I took the shovel by the fence and wacked him over the head with it. He whimpered and ran off. That’s when I started making my way to the house, but before I could even take two steps, I was surrounded by the rest of the pack. The last thing I remember is one of them lunging at me. When I woke up, I wasn’t feeling any pain, but as I looked down at my stomach, I say these…” She lifted her white t-shirt reveling long jagged scars on her stomach. “And these…” She pulled her collar down showing us the bite marks along her collarbone, and then finally she turned around letting us see her scarred bronze back. The bite marks and claw marks ran along her spine becoming one continuous mess of tissue at the back of her rib cage. It looked as though they had tried to kill her, but turned her instead.
She put her shirt down, tucking it in her pants. “The next full moon, I joined that pack. Then a year later, I joined this one when I learned that they just wanted me because they killed my family, and thought by recruiting me they’d gain an ally and not an enemy. They were wrong.”
I don’t know what compelled me to get up, but I did, walking over to her and giving her the biggest of hugs.
She laughed, pulling away from me. “What was that for?”
“I can’t imagine what I would do if I lost my family like that. I lost my mother almost four years ago, and I still can’t talk about her without getting choked up.”
Her tough veneer cracked, and her eyes started to well up. “How can you be so nice to killers like us?”
I shrugged. “Because I have no common sense.”
She laughed, blinking back the tears in her eyes. “You can come in here anytime, fleshy girl,” she said, patting my shoulder.
By: Laura Del (a.k.a. The Fiction Writer)