Lone Wolf

MILA

All I can see are the most intense yellow eyes looking at me. The hideous scar runs from the top of his forehead through the left eye and straight down to it’s chin. With the evil smirk on his face staring back, he doesn’t say anything until his sharp canines come through as his mouth opens and lunges at me.

I open my eyes and scream.

The nightmare that has been invading my mind since I was a young child has come back with vengeance. The sweat that has formed on my whole body, soaks the duvet covers. I look back at my alarm clock, four in the morning. I take a deep sigh, knowing that sleep won't happen again now. I thought the dream had gone, but this has been happening for the last few nights now.

“Get back to sleep Mila” sighs Sapphire.

“You know it won‘t happen again, I had the dream again,” I tell her as I get up from my bed and look around my room to find my robe. Sapphire my wolf starts to stir in my mind as I get up to make some coffee.

I make my way over to the kitchen counter and flick on the kettle to boil water for my coffee. Looking around my open space apartment, if that’s what you want to call it, I think I should clean up before Emily comes.

“I wonder why the dream is back,” I think to myself but 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 think for a moment, that seems right. Every time a rogue comes into the town or near the border, I get this dream. However, when the rogue shows itself, it's not the wolf in my dream.

I need my coffee, it's too early to open the cafe.

I take a seat by the counter and look out of the window overlooking the small town I call home, Shadow Lake. My mind takes over…

I’m a werewolf and live in a small town that has many different supernatural beings. You know what the weirdest thing is, I am the only werewolf here. I don’t know how, just like I don’t know how I came here either.

I have asked the family that took me in but they can only tell me that they found me wandering in the forest. That family took me in and has been amazing, George and Sybil Dawson also have a daughter Emily who is my sister and best friend.

George is a warlock and the head mayor of our little town. Whatever needs to be sorted or run by has to all go through him. Sybil is a Fae who makes herbal remedies for the supernatural kind, mainly when they have headaches or would like to help plants grow in their gardens. Emily is a witch with some Fae in her. We are really close.

No one seems to know how I came to come here but this town is really friendly. Some people think it is strange that a wolf is living amongst vampires, bear shifters, Fae, and even witches. Actually, there hasn’t been a werewolf pack here in over ten or so years. There is a territory around here that used to be werewolf packs but they were wiped out many years ago in a war. There is some history here, especially in the library.

I live above my job which is a small cafe, run by an elderly woman called Gloria who is my retired boss. George and Gloria are mother and son. She has been like a grandmother to me since I came here to this small village. Gloria was the grand high witch from their coven till rogue came and killed every single witch. After that, She and George and a few other witches had to flee into hiding.

They did try other covens but it seemed like the covens were scared to take them in as those people were afraid that the same thing could happen to their people. They did live with one but as soon as George fell in love with Sybil a Fae, he was given an ultimatum to choose Sybil or a coven. Some supernaturals do think love should be with their own kind, other kinds should stick to their own. I don’t see the problem with any of it as long as you are in love and happy. And of course, in the end, George left with Sybil and came here.

I believe in love and happiness but being the only werewolf here is hard as people think I should wait for my mate. On the other hand, I don’t want a mate especially if they are werewolves. I don’t like my kind. I would rather be on my own. It might be weird to hear that one hates their own kind, but rogues come through here all the time thinking they own this town. I don’t like their smell. They all smell like rotten eggs and death stench and it makes me sick. I always hunt and kill the rogues that are close by, making sure they never kill anyone in town.

I shifted into the white wolf Sapphire when I was 12. We have powers but at the age of 12, we didn’t know how to use them. It has been a learning curve for us.

George was there when I shifted, and he was worried that rogues would attack me if they knew I was a white wolf. Therefore, he masked my scent from other wolves by casting a spell on a ring that I have to wear at all times. I keep my head down unless I am needed. I have to hide us, Sapphire and I.

I do think George is hiding something from me but I trust him as he has looked after me since I was found as a child wandering in the forest. He made sure I was fed and clean. He made me feel like part of his family.

All supernatural beings here are welcomed whatever they are.

There’s a knock at my front door which startles me out of my thoughts.

I know it is Gloria as I can smell her roses scent.

I get up and open the door.