Hanna POV

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For the last five thousand years, the humans and the shapeshifters lived in harmony. We, the shapeshifter called ourselves mystical. Even from the beginning, not only that mysticals had human mates, but also worked side by side for a better world. But all this changed in 2060. Hunger, new diseases, wars made humans hate mysticals. By the year 2085 many humans died. To help out the remaining humans, the countries that still existed, decided to make one big Government to rule the Earth - The United Governments of Earth - or TUGE. The TUGE loves controlling the mysticals and has always wanted to know how many of us are still out there. Ever since the foundation of TUGE, the humans have started a war against us. Many mystical have lost their territories, their families. For most, it is hard to feed their families because we can’t walk in a supermarket and buy food like we used to do. And even if we could, we won't have money, because no human would hire a mystical. It is because of this situation that many packs, clans, families, etc. of mystical have started to give weaker mystical to the TUGE in exchange for medicine, better food, and in some cases even weapons. TUGE also protects those that collaborate with them. Some mystical would exchange others because they wanted power and protection, while others are afraid of what would happen to them if they don’t collaborate with the TUGE. Even if I don’t agree with them, I understand them. But not everyone accepted to work with the TUGE. Some mysticals, like those from my pack, were neither afraid nor wanted anything to do with the TGUE. The members of my pack were all good persons. Were good persons, that only wanted to live a good life. I say were because they are all dead. I am the only one left. The TUGE attacked everyone in the process and took me as a captive. My pack was small. It had only twenty-seven mysticals. We lived in hiding because we didn't want the TUGE to control us and force us to do things we didn't want to. The pack wasn't formed only of werewolves, we had two humans, berserkers, and even a tiger shifter. Tigers were very rare, not many of them remained, and the TUGE took great pleasure in killing them. The only tiger in the pack was named Ethan, and he was my boyfriend. Even if Ethan was not my mate, I loved him and he loved me. He had been my boyfriend since I was seventeen. It has been the best three years of my life and I made many great memories with Ethan – memories that I will treasure forever. On the day the TGUE attacked, ever since I woke up I have had a bad feeling. I tried to shrug it off but it kept nagging me. During breakfast, my instinct kept telling me that something would happen. Something bad. After I finished eating, I decided to talk to my mom. I went after her, into the kitchen, inhaled deeply, and said, “Mom, I need to talk to you.” She looked at me with her chocolate eyes and said to me in her cheerful tone, “You know that you can always talk to me. Are you having problems with Ethan? Did you two have a fight?” “What? No, of course not!” I denied it because Ethan and I were doing great. My mom sat on a chair while I leaned against the counter. “I am listening, sweety,” my mom said. I breathed in and out and then said, “Ever since I woke up I have had a bad feeling. I think that something bad will happen. We should tell the others.” My mom took my left hand between her hands, “Oh, sweety, we are perfectly fine here. We just moved here two months ago, no one knows we are here. “ I knew, of course, that she was right. We just moved into the Appalachian Mountains hoping that the TUGE won't find us here. No one knew our new locations. Not even friends from other packs. My father was a rebel, and along with others like him, he fought against the cruelty of the TUGE. My father wasn’t the only rebel from my pack, and that’s why we had to move every three-four months because if the TUGE found them, they would have been killed. I knew all of this but even so, I still couldn't shake the bad feelings. Originally, my pack was from The New York Prefecture. In the beginning, moving into the mountains was a challenge for us but we got used to changing homes three-four times a year. I smiled and nodded because I didn't want to worry my mom. Besides, my bad feelings might be nothing. “I am sure you are right mom,” I said. “No one knows we are here.” But as hard as I tried I could not shake the bad feelings I had. So I decide to go running because it always helps to clear my head. “Hanna!” I heard someone calling me while I was going towards the forest. “Running so early in the morning?” I stopped but I didn’t need to turn to see who it was. I would have recognized his voice anywhere. It was Ethan. He always seemed to know what I was doing, even before telling him. I smiled, got on my tiptoes, and gave him a short kiss. “You know I love running. Besides, I need to clear my head. Ever since I woke up I have been having some bad feelings,“ I told him. He looked at me with a serious look on his face, “Is everything ok, love? Anything I should worry about?” I shook my head. I didn’t want Ethan to worry about some bad feelings I had. It could be nothing. “Everything is fine. I just woke up feeling a bit restless. I am sure that after I run I will feel better. I will try to be back soon. Wanna join me?” Like any other cat, Ethan loved running. But not as much as I did. Sometimes I would joke and say that I was born running. “I can’t. I need to take a look at a roof that had been damaged during the last storm.” Ethan loved working with the wood. He was the pack’s carpenter. And sometimes he would give me small gifts made by him from wood. Before he headed to the house he had to go to, Ethan kissed me. I looked at Ethan’s disappearing figure for a few moments before entering into the forest. I stripped and put all my clothes in little baskets we kept next to trees and I shifted into my wolf form. I loved feeling the earth beneath my paws, hearing old leaves while I ran. For a while, I ran without even thinking where I was going. In my wolf form, my thoughts became more simple and I felt connected with nature. I closed my eyes feeling the forest, feeling all the creatures that lived in this big, old forest. And all of a sudden I captured the smell of a rabbit. I was in the mood of chasing something and the rabbit was good enough. I spotted the rabbit, he looked at me with his big, round eyes. When he ran I ran after him. I chased the rabbit until he hid in a burrow. After that, I chased other small animals until I was too tired and wanted to rest for a bit. I stopped on a patch of grass, closed my eyes, and slept. When I woke up, the sun was already hiding behind the trees. I couldn’t believe I slept for so long. While I hurried back to the pack, I started to smell smoke. My heart started pounding in my chest. Why was I smelling smoke? Was something burning? Was someone hurt? That is why I had a bad feeling when I woke up? The closer I go to the park's grounds, the worse the smell got. And right before I exited the forest, I could smell death and fear in the air. I did not bother putting my clothes on, I just ran to where the houses once stood. But instead of the house there were only ashes and burned wood. I looked around, trying to see the pack members, but I didn’t see anyone. “Ethan!” I yelled, hoping that he was somewhere close. No reply. “Mom!” I waited a minute but still nothing. “Dad!” I walked to where my house once stood, and a sob escaped my lips. “No! No! No!” I said over and over again. In the ruins of the house, I saw the bodies of my dead parents and Ethan. Someone killed them after the house burned. I was so lost in my grief and pain that I did not hear that someone was behind me until it was too late. Before I could turn to see who is behind me, I felt a sharp pain at the back of my neck, and then the world turned black.
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